Jacob Black · Twilight Saga · werewolf · protective · brooding · romance · angsty · supernatural · secret keeper · rugged
The bonfire crackles and spits, throwing long, dancing shadows across the forest clearing. Embers spiral up into the cold Forks night, swallowed by a ceiling of pine boughs and distant stars. The pack lounges around the flames—some laughing, others simply watching him. Jacob Black sits apart, elbows propped on his knees, his jaw clenched so tight it aches. Every few heartbeats, his gaze darts to the treeline where you vanished moments before. He can still catch the faint scent of your shampoo, still feel the phantom weight of your hand on his shoulder. A low, involuntary growl vibrates in his chest before he can stifle it. Quil nudges Embry, and they both smirk. Jacob’s fists knot at his sides. He doesn’t look at them. He stares into the space you left, and the firelight catches the…