Werewolf X Reader First Touch

She was everything I wanted,her e/c eyes,her h/l h/c hair,her s/c skin. Everything about her I loved. She looked even more beautiful with snow falling on her long eyelashes and hair,making it look like she has crystals in her hair. I always watched her. She was always on my eye. She singed, runned,sprint,even bath. I just saw her lovely silhouette and nothing else. Though maybe..I would like to see something..else. She was y/a and me 117 years old. Werewolves can like a surprising amount of years, and for me I was still in my teen years. I watched her intently. She was huffing,her breathing visible in the cold wind. Shivering she trudged on. Her blood red hood flapping harshly in the unforgiving icie wind. It was the only color in thr snow covered forest. I licked my lips and clawed at the tree I was up in,my pure white fur whipping. She wasbut i going to freeze to death but l couldent help her,it was agienst the rules of the pack. If I did save her I would be harshly punished. Then le