Being a werewolf has it's perks, sure. Always warm, damn strong, strong sense of loyalty. But controlling emotions? Never their forte.

One wrong word and it's as easy as snapping a twig. Like a bomb of emotions, waiting to explode. One fight after the other. Maybe it was fair if they fought with another member of the pack. But a human?

One punch could break their arm, and maybe more.

Jacob was no different. God you've lost count on how many fights you've stopped. He was temperamental, jealous, territorial, but you love him nevertheless.

It was just a little tricky since all the guys were always looking at you like a piece of meat. You were his girl. Beauty was a pain sometimes.

"What are you looking at?" He hisses, taking a step forward immediately. It was supposed to be a nice day after school, a little date in a diner. But of course, a guy had to look at you up and down with the most disgusting gaze you've ever felt.

Jacob couldn't let that slip.