2025-11-30 14:36:03Wesley didn’t realize he’d stood up until he noticed the scrape of his chair on the cafeteria floor. The girl was already walking away, unbothered by the looks she’d stirred up. He followed her because his body seemed to have chosen for him, still buzzing from embarrassment, still trapped somewhere between panic and the lingering warmth of her breath against his ear.
The cafeteria doors shut behind them, muting the chatter inside. The air outside was cooler and quieter, it left him feeling a bit relieved. She walked ahead with long, confident strides, her long hair swaying like she didn’t have a single question or doubt in the world. Wesley trailed a few steps behind, every heartbeat reminding him he had far too many problems at hand. ' Why him? What did she want? How did she know about him liking Emma?' His thoughts kept looping And beneath that he questioned the feeling in his chest, 'Why does it feel like the air around her pulls me in?' Like he couldn't resist for some reason. Leaves crunched under her boots, but her pace didn’t slow. Seeing that she wouldn't say anything to him, Wesley quickened his steps to catch up to her. “Where are we going?” he asked. She didn’t answer. Didn’t even glance back. He swallowed and tried again, voice a little smaller. “Seriously, where are you taking me?” “We’re almost there,” she said, her tone steady, smooth, and somehow uncomfortably calm. Almost where? Wesley glanced around as they crossed a narrow walkway toward the back half of campus. Past the science building, the path thinned, swallowing sunlight and opening into a quiet strip of woods students used for shortcuts or secret meetups. He recognized it, and recognition nudged unease up his spine. The trees were tall enough to blot out the sky, their branches lowering like they were listening in. He realized, abruptly, that he still didn’t know her name. “How do you even know me?” he asked, voice drifting between suspicion and fear. “And Emma? How do you know anything about her?” This time, the girl stopped walking. She turned slowly, her expression unreadable as her eyes swept over him like she was trying to figure out if he was joking. “You really have no idea who I am?” she asked. Wesley blinked. He searched her face, trying to trace any past memory... high school? Elementary? A neighbor? Someone in one of his classes? Nothing. Not even a flicker. He shook his head, doubtful and not trusting his own action. She stared for a heartbeat longer, then exhaled through her nose, unimpressed. “It doesn’t matter.” And just like that, she turned away again and walked away. Wesley hesitated. The silence between them stretched, broken only by the rustle of leaves beneath their feet and the distant mechanical hum from the science lab’s exhaust fans. The deeper they walked into the trees, the more the noise of campus faded, replaced by the low murmur of wind. “Relax,” she said suddenly. “I wouldn’t even be approaching a loser like you if I didn’t have a grudge against Ethan.” The word hit him like a cold slap. Wesley stopped walking. His breath caught. A loser? He’d called himself that before, but it's always been quiet. It's always been in the back of his own mind. But hearing her say it so casually made something tighten in his chest. She took a few more steps, then stopped at the edge of the wooded clearing and turned to face him fully. The light filtered through branches behind her, drawing a soft glow across her cheekbones. “I plan to take Emma away from him,” she said. “And I’m going to use you to do it.” Wesley’s breath stuttered. He didn’t know whether to be offended, flattered, or scared. His heart thudded painfully against his ribs, and a shaky sigh escaped before he could hold it back. “That… that might be a waste of your time,” he said quietly. “Emma… she’s someone I can only look at from a distance now. And Ethan, just look at him.” He motioned vaguely, helplessly, at himself. “In what world am I taking Emma from someone like that?” She watched him in silence, eyes flicking over his face like she was reading something he didn’t know he was showing. Then, softly, almost thoughtfully, she said, “What if I told you Emma still likes you?” The world seemed to tilt. Wesley stood frozen, the barked chirping of a few birds overhead sounding distant, muffled, unreal. He swallowed. “How do you even know that?” A small, knowing smile tugged at her lips. “Girls always know this about other girls. Rumors travel fast. And that’s how I know you were her first love.” The words struck him right in the chest, it made him feel bright, warm, and pained all at once. First love? God, he had once believed that meant something. He’d held onto that belief through high school, through the years of talking through their bedroom windows, through late-night whispered conversations and almost-confessions. Through the day he saw her on campus with Ethan, smiling in a way that told him he was too late. A fragile warmth stirred in him now, but he didn’t trust it. He couldn't trust the words of a strange girl. A pretty one at that. This could all be a prank to fool him. Wesley shook his head, looking away toward the path behind them. “It’s a waste of time. She wouldn’t… Emma wouldn’t look at me the same anymore. I appreciate your help, but I don't want to." Wesley finally realizing that it's just a prank decided to not fall into it. However, the girl stepped closer. Close enough that he could smell the faint hint of something sweet on her skin, something almost floral but sharper and sweeter, like warm pine and something he couldn’t name. “What if you became better than Ethan?” she asked. Wesley let out a short, incredulous laugh. It sounded hollow, a little panicked. “How is that even possible?” Her eyes glimmered with something Wesley couldn't name. Interest? Humor? He didn't know. But it sure was something... really dangerous. “Oh,” she said, her voice dipping lower. “Don’t you know what you are now?” Wesley’s pulse lurched. A strange, cold ringing filled his ears like he already knew this wasn’t going anywhere normal. “What… what do you mean?” he whispered in confusion. She leaned in, slow and deliberate, until her breath brushed the spot right beneath his ear. Wesley’s entire body tensed, a shiver prickling across his skin in instinctive reaction. “You’re a werewolf, aren’t you?” The world fell silent. The woods, the lab’s distant noise, the creaking branches... everything dropped away. Wesley stood frozen, breath lodged in his throat, as her words detonated inside him. His thoughts spun back to the strange feeling in him ever since he woke up on the road this morning; The strange strength in him; The hunger that didn't come from food; The night he couldn’t entirely remember, but could tell he was attacked by a wolf! Werewolf! It all snapped together with terrifying clarity. He stared at her, chest rising and falling, the realization settling in like a weight that might crush or transform him. And for the first time, he understood why she walked with so much confidence. She knew exactly what he was. Even before he did. 
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Night crawled slowly across campus, tinting the sky in deep bruised darkness with a tinge of light as Wesley made his way down the dim path leading toward the woods. The air was cooler now, crisp enough to sting lightly against his cheeks. His hands were tucked into his hoodie pockets; his “best” attire. Standing next to her earlier in the morning had felt too painfully inadequate. Wesley remembered to not let that be the case again this time.He walked with uneven steps, half-dreading and half-excited, his thoughts noisy and tangled.' What does she want to do tonight? Are we going to practice being a werewolf and what it's about? Why did I even agree to this?'On his way, he rehearsed questions in his head. Questions that had been on his mind since afternoon, questions he should have asked her earlier in the mornin. About werewolves, about what he’d turned into, about the strange instincts that kept flaring inside him. She was the only person he could talk to about any
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Wesley pushed into his dorm feeling fatigued. He expected to meet his roommate, Ralph, but only the quiet walls greeted him with a wave of silence. His roommate was gone, probably off to class or the gym or wherever normal people with normal lives went at this hour. For once, Wesley was grateful. Silence was exactly what he needed at the moment.He stepped inside and shut the door gently behind him, leaning against it for a moment. His pulse was still unsettled, beating in uneven thumps as his mind replayed his encounter with that pretty girl.‘I’m a werewolf…’She had said it casually, like someone telling him he had forgotten to tie his shoelace, and it only left him confused as to the truth of it.Wesley dragged himself to the bed and collapsed face-first into the thin mattress. He stayed that way for a while, breathing into the fabric, letting the exhaustion sink into him. He had classes to attend, he probably should have gone to at least take some notes…but how was he supposed to
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“You’re a werewolf now.”The words hit him with such force that the world seemed to tilt. Wesley’s mind blanked…‘Werewolf.’‘Werewolf.’His pulse spiked violently, panic surging up his spine as the word echoed in his mind. ‘Werewolf?’He subconsciously stepped back, knees weak and sweat pooling on his forehead.‘No! It can’t be…I’m not a-’ Wesley wanted to deny, but his brain betrayed him with a flood of memories that seemed to slap the denial out of him.He remembered the wolf that’d attacked him last night. He remembered the bite, and how he’d woken up in a pool of his own blood just this morning—proof of how he’d been mortally wounded by that wolf. And strangely, he had no wounds on him.As if-As if he’d healed someway.Wesley’s chest tightened painfully.‘No.No, no-’He sucked in a breath, ready to deny it still. Anything to escape the possibility of him being a werewolf. How could he believe that? It has to be a prank!Wesley subconsciously looked at the girl to see if she mean
What you are now
Wesley didn’t realize he’d stood up until he noticed the scrape of his chair on the cafeteria floor. The girl was already walking away, unbothered by the looks she’d stirred up. He followed her because his body seemed to have chosen for him, still buzzing from embarrassment, still trapped somewhere between panic and the lingering warmth of her breath against his ear.The cafeteria doors shut behind them, muting the chatter inside. The air outside was cooler and quieter, it left him feeling a bit relieved. She walked ahead with long, confident strides, her long hair swaying like she didn’t have a single question or doubt in the world. Wesley trailed a few steps behind, every heartbeat reminding him he had far too many problems at hand.' Why him? What did she want? How did she know about him liking Emma?' His thoughts kept loopingAnd beneath that he questioned the feeling in his chest, 'Why does it feel like the air around her pulls me in?' Like he couldn't resist for some r
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Wesley stared at the girl like she had spoken in another language when she said she could help him get Emma back. His brain stalled, tripped over itself, and finally shut down entirely.“W-what?” he croaked, voice cracking in incredulity. The girl rolled her eyes, looking at Wesley as if he was denying something so obvious that it made him look stupid and lame.Heat rushed up Wesley's neck at his own fumble. He tried to recover, tried to pretend he wasn’t just seconds away from imploding just now.“I don’t…" He paused realizing he'd be feeding right into it. " What are you talking about even?” "Her." The girl pointed right towards Emma, her expression as dry as cement. Wesley sucked his teeth, he said fast, waving his hand dismissively. “I’m not-- no, that's not it...”He tried to deny, but his tone was unconvincing, even to himself." I don't need anything or anyone." He stabbed a forkful of food, shooting his head down as if to ignore everything else even though
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By the time class ended, Wesley's brain felt like it had been dragged across gravel. Everyone else seemed completely normal, packing their bags, joking with friends, drifting into little clumps of conversation that floated toward the hallway. Him? He just sat there, staring at the blank page on his notebook like there was something written on it that only he understood. ' Maybe I'm just overthinking everything. I should go eat first for a change. Maybe I'm just hungry...' He forced himself to stand, slung his bag over his shoulder, and followed the stream of students out of the lecture hall. His legs felt strangely light, as if he'd lost too much weight. Not only that, every sound around was just sharp in his ears. The scrape of chair legs, the echoing footsteps, even the fluorescent buzz overhead. It all felt… amplified. ' Is this paranoia?' Wesley wondered, fighting the urge to press his palms to his ears so as to not look crazy. He refused to be
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