NERIS (BoyxBoy)

The air hung heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, a familiar comfort that usually grounded me. Today, it felt like a prelude to something I didn't want. It was my nineteenth birthday, a day that, in every stereotypical werewolf story, meant finding a mate and inheriting titles.
I just wanted to live my life, free from that 'jazz'.
Then, a flash of brown hair, a clumsy stumble, and Quincy was on the ground. My smile, small as it was, vanished, replaced by a familiar rush of concern. He giggled up at me, innocent as ever.
"You got so big!" he chirped, oblivious to the fact he was still sprawled on the dirt. My eyes rolled playfully. "You fell, Quincy. You're on the ground." He chuckled, slowly dusting himself off, his emerald eyes twinkling. He was my constant, the one person I willingly engaged with, a pure soul I'd pulled from the brink years ago.
