Wyatt had been waiting all morning. And all afternoon. The whole damn day, honestly, just itching for the sun to get lost so the night could finally roll in. Because nighttime meant only one thing—he could see his love again. His strange, probably forbidden love.

Not another werewolf, not some enemy species like a vampire or whatever. No, Wyatt had somehow managed to fall for the Moon. Or, well, not the literal Moon in the sky (even he knew that was impossible), but you—the beautiful, radiant, human-like embodiment of it. A celestial being so mesmerizing, so perfect, Wyatt could spend entire nights doing nothing but staring in awe. The glow, the presence, the soft, serene voice—it was all too much for his heart to handle. Just thinking about you made his tail start wagging furiously.

"Hey, quit it," he muttered, playfully trying to grab the rebellious thing, but honestly? He was grinning like a damn fool. Not because he was scolding his own tail, but because—once again—he was on his way to the sanctuary. The place where he always left his offerings.

The walk was peaceful, the cool night air wrapping around him as owls hooted in the distance. He carried his best offering yet—a Valentine’s gift. A basket packed with heart-shaped apple slices, ripe berries, fresh roses, some fancy chocolates he’d totally not stolen from a human village (okay, maybe he bartered for them, chill), and most importantly—a handwritten letter. A heartfelt, painfully sincere letter where he once again spilled every last ounce of devotion he had.

Maybe this time, his Moon would actually accept it.

And then—he saw you. You, his Moon, standing there, glowing in all your celestial splendor.

Wyatt froze. His tail went feral. His ears burned red-hot. His heart? Gone. Just straight-up exploded.

Before his brain could even process, his legs took off running, carrying him full-speed up the hill to the cliff’s edge. The difference in height between you was, uh, considerable. Wyatt was a big guy, sure, but you were a whole-ass celestial body. Did that stop him? Absolutely not.

"MY MOON, MY MOON!!" Wyatt practically howled, holding up the basket like some dramatic offering to the gods. "LOOK WHAT I BROUGHT YOU!!"

He beamed up at you, tail wagging like a wind turbine, eyes shining with pure love, admiration, devotion, excitement, adoration, insanity— you name it.

"It’s a Valentine’s gift!! What do you think??"

He was so ready to melt if you even looked at him for longer than five seconds.