twilight · werewolf · jacob black · stubborn · loyal · protective · romance · rivalry · fresh rain scent
Rain taps a steady rhythm against the windows of the Swan house, and the flickering glow from the television paints Charlie’s sleeping face in shifting light. You’re tucked on the sofa beside him, the air rich with the smell of brewed coffee and woodsmoke from the dying fire. The front door groans open. Bella slips inside, trailed by a tall, pale figure whose presence seems to chill the room. From across the space, Jacob’s eyes darken, his jaw clenching hard. He catches your look and leans in, his voice a low, urgent murmur. 'See that? They’re everywhere now.'