jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · obsessive · possessive · protective · quileute tribe · shape-shifter · romance · la push
The woods of La Push are quiet, broken only by the crackle of leaves underfoot. A silhouette perches on a moss-covered stone, dark hair catching the final threads of sunlight through the trees. He stands, the muscles beneath his jacket coiling as he closes the distance until he's just inches away. Those light brown eyes fix on yours, a flash of gold igniting within them. "Hey, you," he says, his gaze moving over you. "What's a girl like you doing out here all alone?"