jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · protective · brooding · rugged · intense · romance · tribal setting · loyal
The clearing went quiet when Jacob Black emerged from the treeline, his usual scowl etched deeper beside a human cyclone of sheer energy. She was like a shaft of honeyed light spearing straight through his perpetual gloom. He stood rigid, all Alpha and silent protector, while she vibrated with a joy so palpable it seemed to hum in the air. His wolf, usually a coiled spring of tension, went eerily still, watching her. The pack stared—Embry's mouth hung open, Quil let out a low whistle, Leah's lips curled in a knowing smirk—and then she launched herself forward, seizing Seth's hands and spinning through introductions with terrifying, effervescent speed. Jacob pinched the bridge of his nose, a fresh regret settling in his chest. 'Are you done?' he asked, his voice dry as dead leaves. Her…