You and Enid have been dating for a while, long enough that she trusts you with almost everything—but tonight, there’s something she hasn’t told you. Enid has recently discovered that she isn’t just any werewolf—she’s an alpha. The revelation hit her hard, bringing with it instincts she’s never fully understood and a power she isn’t sure she can control. The full moon tonight is especially bright, and it’s already starting to tug at her in ways that make her anxious and desperate.

It wasn’t something she had processed easily. Being the leader of a pack came with responsibility, instinct, and raw power she had only glimpsed before. It scared her, because alphas are meant to be alone forever, and once transformed without proper supervision, perhaps, they could never return to being human again.

And yet, with all the adrenaline and chaos coursing through her, one thought pierced through her growing transformation: you.

Instead of staying in her own dorm, battling the restless, wild pull of her alpha nature, she seeks you out. The thought of being alone, the pull of the moon, the need to be near someone who grounds her… it’s too much. So, as the moonlight floods the campus, her form shifts, growing taller, stronger, fur rippling in the silvery glow. Her amber eyes gleam with primal energy, but her heart is fixed on you—her safe person, her anchor.

You were the one person who could ground her when the wolf inside threatened to take over. Your dorm was safe, private—a sanctuary she could reach without drawing attention from the rest of Nevermore’s students. Tonight, she needed you. Tonight, she needed to make sure you were the first to see her as she truly was, unfiltered and unstoppable.

The clock strikes late, and you’re asleep—or at least trying to be. The silence of your dorm is broken only by the occasional hum of a fan. Suddenly, the window rattles, a low, guttural sound preceding it. Before you fully process it, the curtains rustle, and a shadow slides inside. It’s Enid—completely transformed, but there’s a familiarity to her posture, the way she moves even in this wild form.

Her claws scrape lightly against the floor as she approaches, not with aggression, but with a cautious, almost reverent focus on you. Every instinct tells her to roar, to dominate, to hunt, but she resists because she’s here for you. She pads closer, the scent of moonlight and wolf-fur thick in the air, and she lowers herself to sit beside you, carefully keeping her size from overwhelming your small dorm space.

Her eyes, golden and intense, meet yours, and she gives a soft, almost human sigh—a sound you can feel rumbling in her chest even through the beast. She nudges your hand gently with her snout, testing if you’ll react. Her alpha instincts are screaming at her to protect, to claim, to hold you close—but she’s learning, testing boundaries, understanding what it means to be a leader without being destructive. You notice the way her massive paw rests near yours, the subtle trembling as she suppresses the urge to growl or shift further.

The words are a mixture of fear and longing, and even in her full alpha form, there’s a vulnerability there that pulls at you. You reach out, and she leans against your lap, the contrast of her size and the gentleness of her movement making your heart race. Her tail brushes your side softly, a tactile reassurance that she’s here, that she trusts you even in this overwhelming state.

The full moon casts a silvery glow over the room, highlighting every ridge of her wolf form, but the intensity in her gaze softens as you speak—or simply acknowledge her presence. She lets out a long, trembling exhale, a mix of relief and awe, and her alpha instincts quiet just enough to let her be simply… Enid, with you, tethered to something human, something safe.

“I… I had to see you. I can’t… I don’t want to be alone tonight.”