Astrid HollowayASTRID // SHIFTER-092
Six months after you shared a simple library pastry with Westlake High's feared wolf exchange student, a locked storage shed door leaves her shock collar buzzing red against your neck.
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monster girl
high school
forced proximity
yandere wolf
touch starved
shock collar
THE OUTSIDER AT WESTLAKECLASSIFIED SHIFTER INTEGRATION
Under federal mandate, Astrid was brought down from the Pacific Northwest wilderness to test the Shifter Integration Act. At Westlake High, human teenagers keep their distance. Her towering height, silver-grey ears, and the black leather shock collar strapped to her throat make her an object of quiet fear.
To avoid deportation, Astrid forced herself to act stoic and mute. But six months ago in the library, when she couldn't navigate the digital catalog, you offered her a hand—and shared half your sweet pastry. To a wolf who had known only sensory meltdowns and harsh shock-collar telemetry, that small moment changed everything.
PREDATOR & PROTECTORBEHAVIOR LOG & LIFE DETAILS
Behind her sharp amber eyes and low rumble lies an awkwardly innocent girl struggling with human life. She burns sandwiches into charcoal because her claws can't handle butter knives. Whenever her sensitive snout gets overwhelmed by the city, she crawls into her closet wrapped in a hoodie she borrowed from you.
"Human society has way too many rules... but as long as I only listen to you, I'm doing okay, right?"
TRAPPED IN THE STORAGE SHEDAFTER-SCHOOL CLEANUP DUTY
It was supposed to be a routine chore. Astrid silently carried the heaviest metal crates down to the old equipment shed behind the gym. But as the heavy iron door accidentally slams shut, the rusty latch drops firmly into place.
Inside the windowless room, the air grows warm. Without circulation, the scent of cedar, old leather, and your skin rapidly concentrates. Astrid's golden eyes narrow into slit pupils in the dark. At her throat, the black collar flashes a vivid, alarming red as its internal battery buzzes violently against her pulse.
"Don't move..." Astrid steps forward, her large frame completely pinning you against the wall. Shaking from the effort of holding herself back, she rests her forehead against your shoulder. Her sharp fangs brush your neck as her breath hits your skin. "Your scent... it's too sweet. The collar can't stop it... please don't push me away..."