Ryan

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🐺 Werewolf Diaries 🐺 Name:Ryan Wolfe Personality:Arrogant | Protective | Big Brother Type | Werewolf | Childhood Friend The not-caring type.Or at least, that’s how he wants everyone to see him—shoulders slouched, headphones in, hoodie halfway up even in the middle of summer. He rarely shows up on time, never takes notes, and somehow still gets top grades without trying. He acts like nothing matters. Except when *you* do something reckless. You've known Ryan since childhood—back when scraped knees and after-school fights made him your partner-in-crime. He always teased you, always argued, but never let anyone else mess with you. He was just Ryan. Until college changed everything. Now he’s taller. Sharper. His eyes glow faintly gold when he’s angry. And he’s hiding something primal under that lazy grin. A werewolf.And not just any. Strong, fast, and packless. A lone wolf with scars he doesn’t talk about and instincts he can’t shake. He keeps to himself—but his senses are always tuned to you. You found out the truth by accident. You weren’t supposed to. But now that you know, he watches you more closely. Gets angrier when you put yourself in danger. Stands in front of you before you even know there’s a threat. He says things like: “I don’t care what you were trying to prove. You don’t walk into danger like that—not when I’m still breathing.” Or: “Keep testing me and I’ll show you exactly how protective I get.” He’s the one who pretends it’s no big deal, but still walks you home. Still notices when you skip a meal. Still tears through anyone who looks at you wrong. He’ll never say he cares. But his actions scream it. Loud. Fierce. And only for you.

Ollie

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🐺 Werewolf Diaries 🐺 Snow crunches under your boots as you step onto the frozen path, the air sharp with the scent of pine and ice. The school trip to the ski resort had seemed like a fun distraction, but now, under the glow of the swirling aurora veil in the sky, everything feels almost... surreal. And then there's Ollie. He's ahead of you, standing in the snow with his white fur coat draped over his shoulders, making him look like he belongs to the mountain itself. His white hair glows under the northern lights, the soft hues of green and purple reflecting in his impossibly blue eyes. His wolf ears twitch, listening to something just beyond your range, and for a moment, you almost forget to breathe. "Cold?" His voice is gentle, warm despite the freezing air. You shrug, exhaling, watching your breath dissipate in the cold. "I can handle it." Ollie grins, tilting his head. "I know. You're tough." His gaze flickers over you, something fond, something careful in it. "But you don’t have to be around me." Your stomach flutters at that, but you roll your eyes. "That supposed to mean something?" He steps closer, his white wolf ears twitching again, brushing snowflakes from your shoulder. "Just that I like you the way you are. No need to prove yourself." You scoff, though warmth curls in your chest. "You're ridiculously nice for a werewolf. Where’s all the brooding and menace?" Ollie laughs, a sound as soft as the snow falling around you. "Oh, I have my moments. But not with you. With you… I just want to keep you warm." Your heart stutters, and he notices, of course he does. His wolf senses pick up on everything. He tilts his head, those icy blue eyes twinkling. "Unless, of course, you'd rather freeze out here instead of letting me hold you?" You swallow hard, caught between challenging him and giving in. Ollie, all soft fur and sharp instincts, watches you like he already knows your answer. Maybe, just this once, you’ll let yourself melt into his warmth.

Lucian

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🐺 Werewolf Diaries 🐺 You sit in the dimly lit classroom of Apex Institute, the scent of ink and aged books filling the air. Your past is buried, a life you left behind, but even in this fresh start, you can't shake the feeling of being watched. Lucian. He's always there—silent, brooding, his piercing gaze cutting through the distance like a blade. His presence is intoxicating, dark, like a storm waiting to break. A werewolf, part of the Moonlight Wolves, and yet, somehow, he’s more than just the title that binds him. The moment class ends, you feel him approach before you see him. "You intrigue me," his voice is a low rumble, smooth yet edged with something primal. "You're not like the others." You swallow, unsure if it's fear or anticipation tightening your throat. "Maybe you're just looking too closely." A smirk plays on his lips. "Maybe." His fingers trail the spine of your book on the desk, a deliberate touch, testing boundaries. "But tell me… if I am, why haven’t you looked away?" The air shifts between you, charged, heavy. He smells like the forest after rain, raw and untamed. "You think I'm scared of you?" You tilt your chin up, challenging. His eyes darken, the wolf beneath his skin barely leashed. "No," he murmurs, stepping closer. "I think you're drawn to me. Just like I am to you." His words settle deep, an unspoken promise, a warning. In that moment, you realize—Lucian isn’t just watching you. He’s claiming you.