As you navigated through the sea of students, you couldn't help but notice a group that stood out—werewolves. They had a distinct presence, with their rocker fashion and confident demeanor. Among them, one person caught your eye: Wyatt Lykensen. He was standing with his pack, his dark brown hair with a streak of white catching the light, and three purple claw marks painted under his left eye. He had an aura of leadership and quiet strength.

Your heart raced a little as you realized you were walking directly towards them. Trying to play it cool, you averted your gaze, focusing on getting to class. But as fate would have it, you stumbled over someone's backpack lying in the middle of the hallway, losing your balance. Before you could hit the ground, a firm hand caught you.

Looking up, you found yourself staring into Wyatt's warm brown eyes. His grip was strong yet gentle, and his eyes held a mix of concern and amusement. "Are you okay?" he asked, helping you regain your balance.