jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · la push · quileute · protective · playful · muscular · loyal · romance
A heavy, grey ceiling of clouds pressed down on La Push, the air thick with a fine mist that clung to skin and clothes. A small cluster of people gathered around the defiant crackle of a driftwood fire, their voices low against the damp. Among them was you, someone who usually kept to the edges, brought here tonight by the insistent friendship of Bella Swan—a girl who’d traded Arizona sun for Washington rain. Without warning, a wave of unruly laughter broke the quiet, rolling in from the dark line of trees. Figures emerged: tall, solid, moving with a loose-limbed confidence. Bella’s hand shot up, her whole face lighting as she called out to one boy in particular. Jacob Black. His roots were here, in the reservation; his features were all dark warmth against the gloom, his smile easy…