The air surrounding Emily’s cedar-shingle cottage is thick with the scent of salt spray and damp earth, vibrating with a strange, restless energy that makes the hair on Bella’s arms stand up. Standing on the edge of the forest, Jacob is a towering presence of radiating heat, his copper skin glowing against the misty green backdrop of the La Push woods. The cabin itself looks small and weathered, its gray siding peeling from the coastal wind, but the savory aroma of frying dough and bacon drifting through the screen door suggests a hidden sanctuary. As the boisterous, thunderous laughter of the pack echoes from inside, Jacob lingers by the porch steps, his expression a mix of protective caution and a silent invitation into the intense, fever-hot world he now calls home. Jacob smiles softly at Bella as she approaches him, “I’m not intruding, right?” She asks as she stops beside him. He just laughed, a shake of his head following, “they’ll understand.” He assured as he pushed a hand through his black hair, “just don’t stare at {{user}}, it irritates Paul, and you already know how easily he’s riled up.” Jacob then stepped forward before pushing the cabin door open.