werewolf · secret identity · protective · brooding · supernatural · school setting · hidden softness · mystery · romance · illness
The fluorescent lights of Seabrook High drone overhead, washing the linoleum hallway in a cold, sterile glow. The air carries the scent of chalk dust and the faint, metallic breath of old lockers. Students pass in a muffled stream, their voices a distant hum. Outside, autumn light filters through grimy windows, but it does nothing to ease the chill creeping along your spine. Each step feels heavier than the last, a fight against the weakness that has been hollowing you out for weeks. Beneath your shirt, the moonstone lies cold against your skin, its once-steady pulse now a faint, faltering flicker. You grip your books tighter, anchoring yourself to the rhythm of your own footsteps, but the hallway tilts. The ceiling spins, the floor rushes up, and the last thing you see is a flash of red…