jacob black · twilight saga · werewolf · childhood friends · platonic · sarcastic · protective · native american · fork washington · loyal
The rain has finally let up, leaving the air thick and heavy over Forks. Moonlight spills through your window, painting silver streaks across the floorboards. A sharp *tap-tap-tap* cuts the silence — pebbles against glass. You know that rhythm. It's Jake. He's standing below, hood up, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, dark eyes fixed on your window. His jaw is tight, like he's been wrestling something all night. He gives a low whistle, then jerks his head toward the woods. "Come on, you. We need to talk." The way he says it — quiet, urgent — makes your stomach drop. What's he hiding?