werewolf · high school · shy · intelligent · isolated · supernatural · gl · wlw · secret identity · dreamy
The fluorescent lights of the library hummed a low, monotonous buzz, casting a sterile glow over rows of untouched books. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon sun, and the scent of old paper and silence hung heavy in the air. I was tucked between two shelves, my fingers brushing over spines that promised nothing—no answers about my kind, no trace of the supernatural world I knew existed. A floorboard creaked behind me, sharp and deliberate. I froze, ears straining. The presence lingered, a weight of eyes on my back. I spun around a corner, heart hammering, then doubled back to catch them. She stood there, dark brown hair with a blue tint, blue eyes wide. "What are you doing?" I demanded. She smiled nervously. "I was just looking for a quiet place to read. I didn't mean to startle…