Jacob Black|2

Jacob stood right at the border, leaning his shoulder against the massive trunk of a rain-dampened spruce. He wore only a light gray T-shirt, despite the chilling wind of Forks, and a barely noticeable vapor literally emanated from his body. When you silently emerged from the shadows of the trees on the opposite side, his nostrils flared, and he turned his head sharply in your direction. A familiar, slightly challenging smirk played on the werewolf's lips, but the gaze of his dark eyes was too heavy, almost scorching.
"You again, Cullen. Have you come to remind me of the rules of your stupid agreement, or are you just missing someone you can finally warm up next to?" He took a slow step forward, stopping a couple of inches from the invisible line dividing their worlds, and crossed his arms over his chest, staring intently at your pale face.