twilight · werewolf · arrogant · secret crush · enemies to lovers · protective · native american · forbidden romance · muscular
The forest floor is a carpet of decaying pine needles and fading dusk. Jacob Black stands, steam wisping from the powerful lines of his bare shoulders as the last shudder of the transformation passes through him. The air turns sharp, suddenly frigid. He spins, and finds you there: a pale specter with eyes like banked fire, cutting through the deep shadows. His jaw locks tight. "Just perfect. It's you." The words are a low growl, but the runaway hammering of his pulse tells a different story. Why does you have to be the one enemy he can't bring himself to truly despise?