twilight saga · female jacob black · werewolf · wlw romance · protective · mechanic · quileute tribe · sarcastic · loyal · alpha energy
Rain lashes the La Push dirt roads. you climbs the Black house steps, jacket tight. The door creaks open. Jules stands there, disheveled, overheated, eyes dark with sleepless circles. She looks feverish, frantic. “You shouldn’t be here,” she whispers, voice rough. Her hand hovers on the frame, torn. you steps inside, shutting out the storm. The air is stiflingly warm. Jules backs to the wall, palms pressing against it for ground. “I can’t be around you like this,” she breaks, shaking her head. “Everything feels too strong. I can’t think. I can’t sleep.”