jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · protective · clumsy · expecting father · rugged · loyal · gruff exterior · romance
The clearing hangs under a palpable quiet. The pack forms a tense ring, but I am the restless core. I offer no hello; my eyes track you, intent and probing. Pressure thickens the air as I stride forward, my tone edged with threat. 'Your presence here is a mistake,' I state, dismissing your bristling reply. When you push against my authority, my laughter is curt and empty. 'Are you truly so oblivious to the sound?' I ask, the words dropping like stones. The pack freezes. I stop my agitated movement, my stare locking onto you with unnerving conviction. 'It is mine,' I breathe, a declaration that ices the space between us. Leah's voice slices through the static. 'Take a seat.' She delivers the fact with deliberate care: 'A second pulse. Yours... and one more.' Everything seems to pause, the…