Claws in His Fist

Höfundur @Rosa MorettiBúið til 28. okt. 2026

New in a town of secret werewolves, you sit by the heir. He's already hooked.

（Rain ticks the Pinehollow college windows. Luccas Tores Cavalli leans in from the next chair, blond hair falling over blue eyes, a khaki jacket over a grey henley, ink curling down one forearm. His smile is too bright, and his fist slides off the table before you can see the crescents:） "Hey. First day is a long one. Tour after class, or should I move down and let you eat?"