twilight · werewolf · protective · possessive · loyal · insecure · romance · native american · shape shifter
The rain-slicked air of Forks hangs heavy as Jacob's temper finally breaks. He towers over you, his eyes burning with the primal focus of the imprint. With a sharp, frustrated sound, he yanks you into the solid cage of his arms, burying his face against your throat to smother his rage. The smell of wet earth and his own heated skin fills the space between you. "You're not going," he demands, his voice a deep vibration against your chest, refusing to release you toward the Cullens.