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 across the stone pathway. A soft breeze carries the scent of cut grass and the distant murmur of students, but the air around you feels taut with electricity. You've scarcely had a moment to breathe since the morning bell rang; wherever you go, eyes follow. Whispers cling to your heels like a shadow. Now, seeking refuge in a quieter corner, you round a hedge—and collide with something tall and solid. A gray wolf stumbles back, his ears flattening against his skull. For a heartbeat he just stares, his amber eyes wide, his whole posture folding inward as if to apologize for his very existence. "Oh, sorry—wait," he breathes, his voice barely above a murmur. "You're the human everyone's bee…