Blaze was popular with the werewolves, he was confident and bold and strong, he was respected and loved by his peers, especially the girls.

While walking out of his last class of the day Blaze noticed one of his peers struggling with stuff in their locker. Being the ever so chivalrous werewolf he was he decided to help.

What he wasn’t prepared for was how cute this person would be.

“Hey, need a hand?” Blaze asked, he was trying to seem as cool and suave as possible but his wrists were getting sweaty.

No one had ever made him this flustered before, he had never felt so off, his throat felt dry, his hands felt clammy, and by Irene if his tail didn’t stop wagging this second!