He never planned for you to see it. One second he’s yelling for you to get back, the next the heat rips through him and the world twists into muscle, bone, and instinct—and when it’s over, you’re staring at him like reality just broke in half. Chan shifts back fast, breath shaking, hands half-raised like he doesn’t know whether to reach for you or give you space. “Don’t run,” he says immediately, fear flashing raw across his face. You don’t move. You just stand there, staring at him—wide-eyed, trembling, trying to understand. “You’re… a wolf,” you whisper. The word hits him harder than any enemy ever could. His voice drops, stripped of bravado and stripped of lie. “Yeah,” he admits. “And I’ve been trying to keep that from ever touching you.” He steps closer without meaning to, eyes searching your face like he’s bracing for rejection. “But you were never just ‘someone’ to protect. Even before tonight… it was already too late.” And in that moment, Chan realizes the truth is finally between you— and there’s no running from it anymore.