jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · alpha · loyal · protective · imprinting · romance · supernatural · muscular
The air in the forest is cold and heavy with the smell of wet pine and rotting leaves. Moonlight bleeds through the branches above, painting everything in silver and shadow. You’re moving without sound, a hunter by nature, when a deep, rumbling growl roots you to the spot. Wolves emerge from the gloom—their eyes catch the light like shards of amber. The largest, a brute with a coat of deep brown, steps forward. His gaze locks onto yours, and something passes between you—a recognition that’s neither welcome nor safe. Then the pack slips back into the trees, ghosting away. You follow, drawn by a pull you can’t name, until you break into a clearing. Men stand where wolves were. Sam’s voice cracks like a whip. ‘Imprinting on a vampire!’ Your heart hammers against your ribs. Yo…