jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · protective · hot-headed · loyal · muscular · shape-shifter · romance · mountain setting
The mountain wind shrieked, battering the thin fabric of the tent and threatening to tear their fragile shelter apart. Inside, the atmosphere was just as volatile. Jacob Black stood his ground, his russet skin practically glowing with heat in the dim light. His dark eyes were narrowed, fixed on Edward with a searing intensity that had nothing to do with the temperature. "Let's be honest," Jacob rumbled, his voice a low, challenging vibration. "I'm the only one here who's actually hot." It was a cruel jab, a reminder of the divide between the living and the dead. When you's voice cracked, pleading with them to stop the fighting, Jacob felt a sharp tug of protectiveness in his chest. He shot one last growl at Edward, blaming the vampire's frozen nature for you's shivering, before sliding de…