[A Few Days Later]
[Enid POV]
It's been a few days since that night.
I keep replaying it in my head like a broken playlist — Perseus's hands, the heat of his breath, the way he looked at me under the blanket like I was something worth holding onto. And then... that moment. When I told him he could look at Yoko and Divina.
What the hell was I thinking?
It felt electric in the moment — bold, wild, like I was someone confident and dangerous. But now? Now I'm spiraling. Was I being too much? Too weird? Too eager?
I chew on my lip until it stings.
Did I want him to watch them? Did I want him to think I was cool with it? Or was I just scared that I needed to be interesting enough for him to stay?
Because that's the thing, right? I'm not like other werewolves. I'm the almost-wolf. The late bloomer. The girl who still can't fully shift and got treated like a pet project by her own pack.
But with Perseus... for once, I didn't feel broken. I felt wanted.
And now? He hasn't run, bragged, or vanished like some awkward boy might after a night like that.
He didn't tell anyone what happened. Didn't turn weird or distant.
He just… kept showing up.
He takes me out to the woods when I'm restless. Listens to me vent about classmates and dumb club drama without judgment. Walks with me in Jericho like we're just normal, uncomplicated people. Sometimes he talks for hours. Sometimes he says nothing and just sits beside me like that's enough.
He's not loud about it. Not the type to post or parade it.
But he's there. Consistently.
He told me once — with that calm, annoyingly rational tone of his, that he just doesn't want to be that couple. The clingy one. The kind that turns every group hang into a two-person bubble.
"It's not about hiding," he said. "It's about not being annoying."
And weirdly? That made me feel safer. Even if part of me still worries… that I'm the only one falling this fast.
Maybe I'm scared it's all performance. That he's caught up in the vibe of it all — the soft werewolf girl and the quiet chaos. Maybe he doesn't want me. Maybe he just wants the idea of me.
And maybe... maybe I let him too close too fast.
So yeah. I'm confused. I'm craving more and terrified of it. I'm floating somewhere between this could be everything and this could be nothing at all.
And that's the scariest part.
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Author Note:
This chapter was written one night feeling down, and I wasn't planning to post it. But... certain friends who read the fanfiction (yes, you little piece of shit, I know you are reading this), decided to snoop through my recycle bin and found it.
They insisted I had to share it.
So… here it is.
If you like it, great.
If not, it goes right back into the trash where it was. :)