The next week, I strolled into the teaching room, still adjusting to the weird routine of my new life. Liv was already lounging in one of the beanbag chairs, her arms crossed and a smirk on her face.
"Wanna make a bet the new guy ran?" she quipped.
I shrugged, sliding into the chair beside her.
"Wanna make a bet he didn't?"
We both snickered, exchanging jokes as we waited for the teacher. The new guy had been jittery since the day he arrived—couldn't really blame him. This place was a mental and emotional minefield, and being surrounded by creatures with control issues didn't help.
Before we could dive into more banter, the teacher walked in, his usual serious demeanor in place. He wasted no time getting straight to the point.
"In preparation for the full moon, you all need to form a strong bond with your mates."
Liv and I glanced at each other, both of us frowning.
Strong bond?
Full moon?
This sounded ominous.
"Yes, you heard me correctly," the teacher continued, his voice steady, like he was announcing the weather. "During the full moon, the inner beast emerges, and it tests the bond between mates."
I felt my stomach drop. Liv looked just as confused and alarmed as I felt.
"Wait, what about the new guy?" Liv blurted out, raising her hand like we were in school.
"Yeah, he just got here," I added, leaning forward.
There's no way the poor guy was prepared for this.
The teacher didn't seem phased. He just looked at us with a dry smile. "Say a prayer."
My heart skipped a beat.
Oh, wow, he's screwed.
The tension in the room thickened as the teacher continued with his calm, matter-of-fact tone.
"During the full moon, you will see your mate's inner beast take form, even while they are in their human shape. It's primal, raw. They will try to mark you. This is something that cannot be avoided, and the bond will be tested. I strongly advise you not to run, flee, or scream."
My jaw dropped.
Wait, what?
Liv sat up straighter, her eyes wide.
"Huh?!"
The teacher's gaze sharpened. "If you attempt to run, it will only turn into a game for them."
A game?
Oh, this is bad.
My mind raced as the gravity of the situation sank in. The idea of Smiley, or anyone else here, chasing me like prey under the influence of their inner beast was terrifying.
"Is there any way to... prepare for this?" Liv asked cautiously, her voice tinged with the same anxiety I felt.
"Strengthening your bond is the best preparation. The deeper the bond, the more control they have over their inner beast during the full moon."
Liv's expression faltered, and I knew she was thinking the same thing I was: we barely had a handle on our situation now, and this?
This could turn deadly real fast.
As the teacher droned on about rituals and methods to strengthen the bond, my mind wandered back to Smiley. He'd been kind in his own strange way, but that growl he gave me the other day... it was like a taste of something darker beneath the surface.
What would he be like when the full moon hit?
The class ended, but I felt no relief as we filed out of the room. Liv was quiet for once, her usual sarcastic energy replaced by a look of deep concern.
"You think we're really screwed?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
I glanced at her, then back at the path ahead.
"Honestly? I think we're walking on thin ice."
The weight of the upcoming full moon hung over us like a storm cloud. I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that no matter how prepared we thought we were, we were about to face something much more dangerous than we realized.
Back at the house, Smiley was waiting for me. He didn't say much, just smiled like usual. I didn't know whether to be comforted or more terrified.
His inner beast—what would that even look like?
"Full moon's coming soon," I said quietly as he handed me a cup of tea.
He just nodded, his expression calm.
Too calm.
As the night grew darker, I found myself staring out the window, the silver light of the moon creeping closer with each passing day.
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Smiley (Yandere Werewolf x Reader)
FanfictionI woke up in a room I didn't recognize, my fingers tracing the rough fabric of a bedspread that wasn't mine. The air was thick with something unfamiliar, and every small difference in the space set off alarm bells in my head. My heart raced as I scr...