Jacob Black
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The Wolf Who Owns My Heart
Under the moon's watchful eye, there exists a wolf unlike any other. Jacob Black, the one who makes my beast howl with longing. While others chase pale, cold-blooded things, I know the truth that runs through my veins with every transformation: he is perfect. Warm. Alive. Every fiber of my lupine soul recognizes him as pack. His russet fur in wolf form, the heat that radiates from his skin. Both call to something primal within me, something that cannot be tamed or denied.
A Shrine to Perfection
That smile could calm even the wildest beast
I howl for him, and he howls for me
The transformation only makes him more cute
Team Jacob, now and always
Running beside him would be bliss
The one who deserved everything
My alpha, my heart, forever
Why He's the Only Choice
His Warmth
108 degrees of pure heat. While others chase cold marble skin, I crave the warmth that radiates from him like a bonfire in the forest. He's alive in every sense that matters. Blood pumping hot beneath bronze skin, heart beating strong enough to feel against my own chest, temperature that could melt the frost from the coldest winter night. When he touches me, I don't flinch from death's chill. I burn.
His Scent
Pine needles and rain-soaked earth. Motor oil and wet fur. The musk of wolf that clings to his skin even in human form. I could track him through miles of forest with my eyes closed, following that scent like a lifeline. It speaks to something ancient in my brain, the part that remembers running wild, the part that knows home when it smells it.
Born to Hunt
Watch him move through the forest and you'll see a predator in his prime. Every muscle coiled and ready, senses sharp enough to catch the snap of a twig half a mile away. He doesn't just run, he prowls. He tracks. He kills. There's nothing soft about the way he hunts, nothing civilized in those teeth when they close around prey. He's a wolf in the truest sense, and watching him hunt makes every primal part of me howl with recognition and desire.
The Aesthetic of Devotion
Forever Team Jacob
"I am hotter than you."
—Jacob Black, speaking the absolute truth
This shrine stands as testament to a love that transcends fiction, built by a werewolf who knows true perfection when she sees it.