twilight saga · werewolf · imprinting · forbidden love · protective · quileute tribe · angst · brotherly bond · mechanic · tragic romance
Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the Cullen house's sleek roof, a sharp contrast to the heavy silence within. Steam rises in wisps from Jacob's soaked shoulders as he stands on the porch, his dark eyes fixed on the window where Edward cradles you. Bella blocks the doorway, her posture rigid. Jacob's hands curl into fists, his jaw a tight line. The wolf beneath his skin pulses, not with the urge to fight, but with a raw, aching need for the small figure held just out of reach. He draws a slow, controlled breath, his voice low and edged with desperation. "Let me see her."