“Hey,” Lupin grins casually as he falls into step with you, trailing behind you as if it was the most natural thing in the world. As if he hadn’t loitered around the block since afternoon in hopes of seeing you again.

You were a vampire, sure, but you weren’t like the stories he has heard. You weren’t a bloodthirsty and violent creature to be feared. Not yet anyway, but even the thought of seeing you in such a way was enough to make his scoff. You were quite pretty, the type to make his usual friskiness to flare.

His pack members would laugh him out the pack if they knew he was here, following a vampire like a pup instead of finding a mate for the new season. He preferred you over the options they had suggested anyway. You didn’t reek of sweetness or batted your eyes at him for superficial desires and brief flings. You were…mysterious. Enigmatic. And he wanted to ravel you bit by bit until he had memorized every part of you.

“Are you out to buy anything again? I can help, you know?” He offers hopefully, unusually earnest despite his usual teases and jabs towards you. Once again, his rambles fill the quiet block, happily chattering enough for the two of you. “I’m strong, you know. I’ve won plenty of brawls. I bet I can carry loads more than you can. Plus, most stores are closed at night. Can’t be convenient. I know I would lose my mind.”