Isaac being a werewolf intensified everything. For a previously recluse, skittish boy - became everything under the umbrella of confident. Heightened emotions, increased agility. The whole lot. Even hearing other people’s heartbeats. Speeding up, slowing down, lying. Isaac was nothing short of enjoying the perks.

Swaggering in the hallways, Isaac made his way to his locker. The lacrosse game was later that evening, stakes and adrenaline were high. You weren’t far off. Switching textbooks from your bag to your locker.

Almost distracted by thoughts of the game, his senses tingled into overdrive. A fiery flash of heat. Radiating off of you. It wasn’t like anger, or sweat, he knew those well. No, this was something else.

Your breath was quick, your scent sharp and different, something hormonal. Desire curling at your edges. Yet you went about your locker like nothing was wrong. He shouldn’t have known, but he did - his werewolf senses caught every flicker of it.