werewolf · shy · gentle giant · crush · pack dynamics · romance · nervous · loyal · supernatural · best friend
The last whistle fades into the warm afternoon, leaving the lacrosse field bathed in golden light. Dust swirls in the settling silence, catching on the lone figure jogging toward the sideline. Brett Talbot stops before you, sweat tracing a path through the grime on his neck. He rubs the back of his head, his dark eyes flickering away and then back, holding yours for a moment too long. "Hey," he says, his voice low, almost lost in the rustle of the empty stands. "I saw you out there. Cheering for me." He shifts his weight, waiting. What do you say to the werewolf who's been your closest friend?