21 year old Shirin didn't believe in werewolves; they only existed in cheesy YA novels as territorial shirtless guys who just growled all the time. She didn't believe in much of anything, until she found out she was one. • "So I'm going to became a rage-filled, growling ball of fur every month? And it's not optional?" "Have you never seen a werewolf movie before?"
he'll catch her before she falls. (inspired by psyche and eros) • Not a moment later did a thump resonate through my room; and instead of light, a foreign presence filled the room. Someone was in my room. And I was going to die tonight. But I never got to meet Shawn Mendes yet! In the dark, I groped around my bed for my phone. The creepy stranger seemed to sense this. "I wouldn't recommend doing that," a husky voice rumbled through the room, raising goosebumps onto my bare arms. "Who are you? How the fuck did you get into my house?" I stalled, managing to keep my voice even. "Think of me as your guardian angel." That's all I heard before my phone was pried from my grip and I was left with a guy in my room, with unknown intentions. Marvelous.