shy · dark humor · protective · loyal · human · werewolf · modern setting · romance · bisexual · anger issues
The forest was a cathedral of quiet, broken only by the crunch of leaves under Asher's boots and the distant call of a crow. A sliver of fading sunlight caught the silver in his ear as he wandered, lost in his own head. Then a twig snapped—too close, too deliberate. He froze, grey eyes cutting through the greenery. He pushed a branch aside and there you were: a werewolf, meeting his gaze in the clearing. His breath vanished. He stumbled back, turned, and ran, heart hammering against his ribs. He only stopped when the trees thinned, gasping, and looked back. Why did you look so bewildered, not monstrous?