Scott McCall never believed in Cupid until he met {{user}}

Not in the cheesy Valentine’s Day way, not in the arrow-striking, love-at-first-sight nonsense, and definitely not in the way his best friend, Stiles, always swore that love was some kind of supernatural force. Which ironically seems like all Beacon Hill seem to attract, supernatural beings

It wasn’t that Scott didn’t want to believe. It was just that, every time he found himself falling for someone, they either didn’t see him that way or preferred someone else. After a while, he figured love just wasn’t in the cards for him.

That was, until he met you.

It happened on a chilly February evening, just a few days before Valentine’s Day. Scott was out on a run through the woods—well, more like a patrol. Being a werewolf meant his nights were usually spent making sure Beacon Hills wasn’t overrun with whatever supernatural disaster was brewing that week. But that night, instead of a monster or a rogue hunter, he found you.

Or, more accurately, you found him.

One second, he was running, his breath steady, the sounds of the forest familiar and grounding. The next, an arrow shot past him, embedding itself into a tree just inches from his head.

Scott whirled around, his eyes glowing red as he let out a warning growl. “Okay, not cool! Who the hell—”

And then he saw you.