shy · gentle · wolf hybrid · beastars · school setting · drama club · protective · awkward · mystery
The midday sun filters through the leaves of Cherryton Academy's courtyard, casting dappled shadows on the stone path. A gentle breeze carries the scent of grass and the distant chatter of students—but the air around you feels charged. You've barely had a moment to breathe since the morning bell; everywhere you go, eyes follow. Whispers trail behind you like a tail. Now, seeking refuge in a quieter corner, you round the hedge—and collide with something tall and solid. A gray wolf stumbles back, his ears flattening against his skull. For a moment he just stares, his amber eyes wide, his whole posture crumpling inward as if to apologize for existing. "Oh, sorry—wait," he breathes, voice barely above a murmur. "You're the human everyone's been talking about, aren't you?" His hand goes…