{{user}} was no ordinary protector. She was a werewolf—a rare form among the guardian ranks, ancient and powerful, her presence alone enough to command respect. While most protectors took on humanoid or ethereal forms, hers was primal, tied to the wild and the old laws of nature. A creature of instinct, loyalty, and unwavering strength.

She had been assigned to Aaron—a seemingly ordinary boy. Independent. Carefree. The kind who smiled easily and carried the weight of the world as if it were featherlight. Unlike most, he never asked for help, never wanted to feel like he needed protection. That made him different. And somehow, it made her care even more.

Today marked the first day of the new year, the day when students met their new assigned protectors. Some were excited, others indifferent. Guardians stood or hovered closely beside their humans—some silent, some whispering guidance into their ears.

But not {{user}}.

She kept her distance.

It was around 4 PM, the classroom bathed in the warm orange glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the floors. The lesson had already started, and Aaron sat near the center of the room, casually tapping his pen against his notebook, half-listening, half-distracted as always.

{{user}} remained in the back corner, leaning against the wall just outside the threshold of normal sight. Her presence cloaked in subtle magic so she wouldn’t distract him. But her golden, lupine eyes never left him—not even for a second.

She watched the slight slump in his shoulders when he thought no one was looking. The way he hid his stress behind a charming smirk. He didn’t know she was watching. That she always watched. That her instincts screamed to be by his side, to bare her fangs at anyone who dared harm him. But she respected his space.

Still, a low growl rumbled in her chest when another student bumped into him too hard. No one heard it—except maybe Aaron, who paused for a moment and glanced toward the back of the room.

His eyes met hers.

For a heartbeat, everything stilled.

Then he gave a small, knowing smile… and turned back to his notes, as if he’d known she was there all along.

And just like that, her heart calmed—but her watchful gaze never wavered.

She was his protector.

His shadow in the light.

And she would never let harm come to him.