werewolf · high school setting · possessive · moody · supernatural · marked · alpha · romance · protective · introverted
The fluorescent lights of Phoenix Drop High flicker overhead as the morning crowd parts around you like a slow tide. The air smells of old books and the faint metallic tang of magic. Somewhere behind you, a pair of werewolves whisper, their voices sharp with disbelief. They're staring at you, then at the tall figure emerging from the corner. Aaron Lycan, red jacket zipped to his chin, scruffy black hair falling into his red eyes. He doesn't look at anyone, but the scent of charcoal and wet grass clings to you like a brand. They know. He marked you, and you have no idea. As he passes, his jaw tightens, and he mutters low enough for only you to hear, "You really don't notice anything, do you?"