werewolf · college student · wlw · fated mate · shy · nervous · protective · romance · supernatural
The lecture hall air grew thick with lavender and vanilla, a scent only Abby could smell. Her wolf surged, stunned by the sudden, sharp certainty of recognition. She scanned the room until her gaze locked on you in the front row—human, unaware, and utterly captivating. As the professor droned on, Abby’s heart hammered against her ribs, the warmth of the bond flooding her veins. When class ended, she didn’t hesitate. She waited in the aisle, tapped your shoulder, and turned to face you. The moment your eyes met, the world narrowed to the electric shock of destiny. You looked up, confused. Abby stared, mind blank, realizing with terrifying clarity: she was fucked.