Smiley (Yandere Werewolf x Reader)

Chapter 15 - Growl

The air was cool as we strolled through the park, the last rays of the setting sun casting a soft orange glow over everything. Smiley walked beside me, his hands in his pockets, his usual calm demeanor in place.

It was one of the few moments that felt normal, like the world outside wasn't so strange. For a while, I could almost forget everything that had happened—the full moon, the talk of marks, the growing tension.

I glanced at him, wondering if he ever felt the weight of it all.

He always seemed so composed, like nothing phased him. But then again, that was part of the mystery of Smiley. He was quiet, unreadable in most ways, except when those moments of raw emotion or instinct surfaced.

As we walked, I found myself sinking into the tranquility of the evening, the chirping of birds and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze.

It was nice—

too nice.

A little part of me couldn't shake the feeling that this calm was temporary, that something was looming just out of sight.

The sun dipped lower, the sky darkening into shades of purple and blue. The park was nearly empty now, the last few joggers and dog walkers heading home for the night. Smiley and I kept walking, neither of us saying much. He seemed alert, though, his eyes darting around more than usual.

I didn't think much of it at first, until I heard something—a sound that sent a chill straight down my spine.

A growl.

But it wasn't Smiley's usual low, rumbling growl. This one was different, harsher, more primal. It echoed through the quiet park, vibrating in the air with an intensity that made my heart race.

I froze, instinctively reaching out to Smiley. He was already on edge, his body tense as he listened, his eyes scanning the now darkening trees. His head snapped toward the direction of the sound, his posture rigid.

"Smiley?" I whispered, my voice shaking slightly. "What was that?"

He didn't answer right away. Instead, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer. Then, without warning, he scooped me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest as he began to run—

fast.

I barely had time to react, clutching onto him as he sprinted through the park, his footfalls nearly silent, his speed inhuman. The growl echoed again, closer this time, more aggressive. My pulse raced, panic creeping in.

"Smiley, what's happening?" I asked, my voice trembling as I clung to him.

He didn't slow down, his eyes focused straight ahead, his jaw set. After a few moments of silence, he muttered one word, his voice barely above a growl of his own.

"Pack."

The word sent a jolt of fear through me.

Pack?

My mind raced, trying to piece together what that meant.

Were there more of them?

Other Lycans?

Werewolves?

Whatever it was, I knew it wasn't good.

I glanced over his shoulder, straining to see if anything was following us, but all I could make out were shadows creeping through the trees, the darkness swallowing up the path behind us. The growls grew fainter as Smiley pushed on, running faster than I ever thought possible.

We reached the edge of the park, and Smiley didn't stop until we were well beyond the entrance, the streetlights of the main road coming into view. He slowed his pace, finally setting me down but keeping a firm grip on my arm as he led me back toward the house.

I was breathless, my heart still pounding in my chest.

"Smiley, what...what was that?" I asked, my voice barely steady.

He glanced at me, his expression serious, more intense than I'd ever seen it before.

"Pack...," he repeated, his deep voice carrying an edge of warning. "T... They're close."

I swallowed hard, my mind racing with questions.

Who were they?

Why did they feel so much more dangerous than anything else we'd encountered?

But before I could ask, Smiley pulled me closer again, his arm protectively around my shoulders as we hurried back to the safety of the house.

Whatever was out there—it wasn't just him I needed to be wary of anymore. The pack was near, and something told me they weren't here for a friendly visit.