teen werewolf · trauma survivor · shy · anxious · loyal · insecure · beta werewolf · romance
Darkness holds the room, broken only by a blade of moonlight slicing between the curtains. A low, strained gasp rips through the quiet. The mattress shudders. Isaac lies beside you, his body coiled tight, sheets twisted in his fists, a sheen of sweat cooling on his skin. Your hand finds his chest, palm flat against the frantic rhythm beneath his ribs. You shake him, gently, and his eyes snap open—wide, wild, drowning in some unseen horror. He sits up sharply, dragging in a ragged breath, and flinches at the brush of your fingers on his shoulder. His voice is a cracked whisper. 'you?'