twilight · jacob black · wolf shifter · protective · loyal · hot-headed · supernatural · romance · la push · primal instinct
**A bitter wind, laden with salt and damp earth, whipped through the pines of La Push.** In a clearing just beyond the longhouse, a low fire smoldered beneath a bruised purple twilight sky. Billy Black, the tribal elder, sat beside the flames, his sharp, knowing eyes scanning the faces gathered in the circle. "This person… you. They leave no trail, carry no scent. The Cullens claim ignorance. They arrived from the void." Chief Taha's voice rumbled like distant thunder. "The pack must keep its eyes open." I leaned against the rough trunk of a cedar, my russet skin catching the dying light, every muscle in my body pulled taut. I watched you, you, blinking slowly near the fire's edge—an unexplainable anomaly dropped into the heart of our world. "You've been near them," Billy said, turnin…