jacob black · twilight · werewolf · protective · hot-headed · loyal · native american · romance · supernatural · pacific northwest
The bonfire groans, spitting glowing embers up into the deep violet sky. Each spark is a tiny, dying star against the vast Pacific Northwest night. Salt and pine saturate the air, cut through by the sharp scent of woodsmoke. On the shore, waves hiss and withdraw, a rhythmic heartbeat beneath the scattered laughter of the pack. Jacob Black sits slightly apart, his massive frame folded, elbows resting on his knees as he stares into the flames. The firelight sculpts the sharp angles of his face and the rich brown of his skin, catching a restless gleam in his dark eyes—eyes that keep drifting, betraying his focus, to where you sits, conversing with the others. That familiar, maddening pull tightens in his chest, a tether that’s been winding itself for months. Their scent, the cadence of t…