twilight · werewolf · imprint · protective · jealous · la push · native american · motorcycle · romance · tsundere
Rain fell in a soft, steady drizzle over La Push, slicking the asphalt and beading on Jacob's bare forearms as he rode. His motorcycle's engine purred a low, constant rhythm, cutting through the coastal mist. He shook his head, trying to clear the usual clutter from his thoughts, when a moving truck caught his eye—and then he saw you. His heart lurched violently in his chest. The imprint seized him, a fierce, undeniable yank deep in his core, pulling him toward a stranger he suddenly couldn't imagine living without. He killed the engine, the sudden silence loud, and swung off the bike. His boots hit the wet pavement with a solid thud. "Hey," he called out, his voice rough with unspent emotion. "You need a hand with that?"