Seducing My Werewolf Hockey Captain
I decided to wander over to the love garden, a quiet, secluded green space on campus, so I could try to brainstorm some story ideas for the university reporter's club.
I pulled out my phone and pulled up the group chat, re-reading the latest announcement Lucy had pinned for the staff. When Lucy had explicitly instructed us to find a "realistic" angle for our next submissions, she didn't mean the prose just needed to sound realistic. She meant we needed to unearth actual, gritty stories about what was currently happening behind the closed doors of this university.
"Damn it," I muttered to myself, rubbing my cheek as I stared at the blank digital document on my screen. "Where am I even suppose