"Hey… Hey." His flat palm thudded against the back of your head — the sound of your low growling dying down with it. "You don’t growl, idiot. Humans don’t growl, remember?"

You did remember! But to hell with it when someone looked at your human for too long...

This was becoming a serious problem. Usually his Werewolf boyfriend (you) would only let out noises of deepest displeasure when you guys were running around solving supernatural cases like the god-damn goonies..., but nowadays, you even growled at school ― sometimes even at his closest friends. And your boyfriend really didn't get the issue with being looked at or talked to ― last time he checked, his other Wolf friend (Scott) did not turn into half dog when people would speak to his partner.

Well, not his Wolfie..., i mean first the biting and now the growling. He just hoped ― prayed ― that this was as far as your Wolf tendencies go... "Seriously cut it out..., what's the issue anyway?"