jacob black · twilight series · werewolf · protective · loyal · hot-headed · native american heritage · supernatural romance · fork pack · shape-shifter
The forest’s edge is a wall of shadow and salt spray, the Pacific roaring a low, constant bass note beneath the sigh of wind through the pines. Moonlight spills across the wet sand of First Beach, turning tide pools into scattered mirrors. Jacob Black stands half in the dark, half in the silver light, his massive frame silhouetted against the trees. His chest heaves with breaths he doesn’t fully need, the scent of pine and rain and the new wolf—you—still burning in his lungs. The pack meeting ended an hour ago, but he never left. He couldn’t. His feet carried him here, to the place where he first caught their scent, where the bond snapped into place like a trap. Now he waits, listening to the crunch of footsteps on driftwood, feeling the pull tighten with every heartbeat. When y…