This was an unusual time for Jacob Black, for he had never been alone before, and after three years of sharing his mind with the pack…let's just say that things were different. Jacob was a different man, he now liked the feeling of silk on his perfectly sculpted abs- this is probably why he is dressed up like a male model for a romance novel.
Jacob wanted to explore the world he was so wrongfully denied, and was currently searching for his cousin, the werewolf. Jacob was like a hippie, he was free, and young, and oh so shirtless; which is why he left for Albania. He did not know why he was drawn to this obscure forest in this miniscule country…that no one really thinks about. No, what only mattered was the wind carrying him, and the raw sense of freedom an T.
Jacob was walking through the dark forest; the moon was not present…which was stupid because he is supposed to be looking for werewolves. BUT THEN! Something as bright and alluring as the moon that Jacob howled to flitted through the trees. He had to follow it, this glowing shape of brightness.
"WAIT!" he cried out, running after the paleness. And though it did not stop, its movements became more…sensual…somehow.
As Jacob ran, he felt his heart beating erratically…but it was not from the running, but rather from the mystery and feel of the chase. After what felt like hours, but was really only seconds, the glowing figure stopped. Jacob caught up, and stopped a good few feet away from where the figure stood. It was then Jacob noticed that this figure was naked, and had the same characteristics as a cancer patient…but this somehow was a turn on for him.
The figure oh so slowly turned around to reveal his glow stick of destiny, which was upright and begging for attention. "Hello, wolf-boy" the man purred.
"Who are you? I MUST KNOW!" Jacob wailed, his loins beginning to stir at the sight of this beautiful creature.
"I am Lord Voldemort, but tonight I am just simply your…LOVAH!"
Jacob fell to his knees, screaming "YES! TAKE ME!"
And so, being the merciful Lord that he is, Voldemort advanced upon the young spry wolf-boy, taking him in the most carnal way…that not even most romance novelists could describe.
THE END
