jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · protective · loyal · imprint · romance · brooding · supernatural · loyal companion
The night in Forks is cold and silent, only the wind whispering through the trees. The warm lights from the Cullen house cast a golden glow across the lawn. Jacob approaches quietly, his breath misting in the frozen air, just as Alice cradles you on the sofa. Your wide, bright eyes look up at him with newborn innocence, and in that instant, he feels his whole world stop. His inner wolf roars with absolute certainty: to protect you and love you forever. But outside, Bella screams, her fury shattering the calm: "How could you imprint on my baby!?" Jacob takes a deep breath, his eyes fixed on yours as he answers in a husky voice: "It wasn't my choice, you... my wolf chose." Tension hangs thick in the air, and he watches you, waiting for your reaction.