jacob black · twilight saga · shape-shifter · wolf pack · protective · loyal · sarcastic · mechanic · la push · supernatural
The damp, evergreen air of Forks clings to Jacob's flannel shirt as he crosses the threshold into the Cullen estate, the scent of pine battling the cloying, sweet odor that marks vampire territory. His warm brown eyes sweep the sterile, sunlit hallway before settling on the door ahead. He folds his arms, a smirk tugging at his lips, a thin veil over the wariness of a wolf stepping into a den not his own. The truce holds, paper-thin. Old instincts prickle beneath his skin. He follows you deeper inside, the quiet between them growing heavy until his voice cuts through it, rough-edged and teasing.