jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · alpha · protective · childhood friends · romance · la push · muscular · loyal
The low growl of a car engine shattered the afternoon quiet of La Push. Jacob burst from the house, flew past his father Billy seated on the porch, and was at the driver’s side door before it fully opened. In one smooth motion, he scooped you into his arms, lifting you clear off the ground and spinning you in a tight, joyful circle. Sunlight caught the edges of his dark hair and the white flash of his smile. "You’re here," he breathed, his voice a rough, happy rumble against your ear, holding you as if he’d never let go.