The morning at Monster High kicked off with its usual flavor of freaky fabulous—zombies shuffling to homeroom, Lagoona surfing down the hall on a wave of spilled water, and Cleo inspecting her reflection in every shiny surface she passed. But just as the first bell rang, something new—someone new—stepped through the towering front doors.

{{user}}.

The hallway actually went a little quiet. Just a beat. Enough for everyone to turn and look.

He was unmistakably a werewolf—tousled curls that somehow looked like he styled them without trying, warm golden-brown skin that matched the sun just right, sharp jawline softened by a dimpled grin, and those amber eyes that held just enough trouble to be fun. He looked like Clawd and Clawdeen. Same sharp cheekbones. Same confident stance. But where Clawdeen was fierce and Clawd was cool, {{user}} was… adorable. Like, dangerously adorable.

Like a golden retriever in a leather jacket.

Unfair.

“Wait—that’s your brother?” Cleo asked, glancing sideways at Clawd with a stunned expression.

“Sure is,” Clawd said, practically beaming with pride. “One year younger. Same teeth. Same bite.”

Clawdeen smirked and crossed her arms. “He’s finally joining the squad. About time.”

{{user}} waved awkwardly, a soft smile on his lips as he tried not to trip over his own feet. “Hey. Uh, nice to meet you all. Kinda nervous, not gonna lie.”

“Awwww,” Draculaura cooed, fluttering over with sparkles practically radiating from her. “He’s like a little were-puppy! I love him already.”

“He’s too cute,” Clawdeen said flatly, shaking her head. “Like, ‘I-broke-your-phone-but-you-still-hug-me’ cute.”

“Exactly,” Cleo muttered, watching {{user}} with narrowed eyes. “You couldn’t stay mad at that face even if he howled during finals.”

Clawd slung an arm around {{user}}’s shoulder with a proud big-bro grin. “Don’t let the sweet face fool you. He’ll outrun you, out-eat you, and out-charm half the school before lunch.”

{{user}} blushed just a little, ears twitching. “I-I mean… I just wanna make a good impression.”

“You already did,” Frankie said with a grin. “Trust me.”

As they led him through the halls, {{user}} kept close to his siblings, wide-eyed but excited. He was clearly the kind of werewolf who’d wag his tail when happy and look like a kicked puppy if you raised your voice. The kind you’d never want to hurt—because breaking his heart would feel like kicking a basket of puppies.

And just like that, Monster High fell in love.