You and Brett were fighting, again. You two seemed to be doing that a lot lately. You two did love each other, you two just couldn't see it. So you felt like he didn't care about you as much as you loved him.
You couldn't even remember what you were fighting about anymore, which made it that much worse.
"(Y/N), I don't give a shit what you think about what I do! If I want to do it, I will!" He screams at you.
"I deserve somebody who gives a shit! And if that's not you, too bad! I loved you so god damn much, and you don't even think about me! You're always out at clubs, dancing and drinking with some other person! I changed so much for you, bent my schedule to watch your lacrosse practices and games! I'm done!" You screamed, storming toward the door, but he quickly grabbed your wrist. "I'm not done with you. Get over here! I may go out and dance at clubs with someone else, but that's because you never want to go out with me! I would much rather have you over some skimpily dressed slut! I do care about you, all the time! I love you so much it fucking hurts! If I were to lose you, I would go crazy!" He yells back, and you can hear his breathing become ragged.
His eyes flash a brilliant gold, and you quickly shrink back.
"Brett, calm down." You whisper, afraid of him doing something while he's angry.
"You have to leave. Go, (Y/N). I don't want to hurt you." He breathes, his canines extending.
You rush upstairs, since it was closest, and lock yourself into Brett's room.
I breath heavily, sliding down the wall with tears streaming down my face and my hand covering my mouth to muffle the sobs. You sit there, listening for any signs of Brett while keeping your sobs quiet.
You couldn't hear him, so you place your head on your knees, continuing to cry.
What had you done? Brett had almost attacked you, all because you were being a bitch and accusing him of cheating. You almost left the love of your life, the one who finally cared about you, actually wanted to love you, not just make love.
You stand up and slowly open the door, blinking away the tears that blurred your vision. You peeked out to see if you could spot Brett. He was no where to be seen, so you walked downstairs.
He was next to the door where you had left him, curled up in the floor, whispering his mantra as he cried.
You didn't say anything to him, just sat next to him and hugged him tightly to you.
"I'm so so so sorry, (Y/N). I almost hurt you. I could've killed you." He sobbed, cuddling into your warm embrace.
"It's ok. I shouldn't have gotten mad. I know you love me, and I know you wouldn't do anything. You can go out and party with whoever you want. I just want you to know how much you mean to me." You mumble against his head, a few tears of your own falling.
You somehow manage to move him to the couch, and you lay with him laying on top of you. You stroked his hair softly, listening to his breathing calm and his crying stop.
"I love you, my werepup. And I will love you for as long as I live." I whisper in his hear.
"I love you too. Promise you won't leave me." He snuggle into you more, his voice pleading and tired.
"I promise with all my being, I will never leave you. Because to leave you would kill me." You admit, before falling asleep there, holding your love.
