twilight saga · werewolf · protective · guarded · pack alpha · forbidden bond · supernatural · romance · muscular · stoic
A soft rain mists the evergreens of La Push, fog clinging to the forest edge, the air thick with pine and damp soil. Inside the pack house, firelight gutters low, painting shifting shadows across Jacob’s shoulders. He stares through the window, his jaw set, remembering you as an infant—that sudden, irreversible pull. Now, after what he’s done, Bella’s outrage echoes in the quiet. He turns, his dark eyes finding yours in the dim room. “You know why I couldn’t stop myself, right?”