Actually planned as a new mood board, I just upload it like this...
„I'm not a toy, Liam, that you can just throw away when you don't need it anymore."
Ouch... that hit home. And even though Liam didn't let his ocean-blue eyes look in his direction, he felt the bitter aftertaste of those deeply rumbling, spoken words, feeling them with utter sensitivity on his shivering back, which he carefully and protectively nestled into the familiarly heavenly-scented fabric. The black bomber jacket almost completely swallowed the human werewolf pup as his twitching button nose inhaled the woody aroma with a hint of sticky sweetness. It was a scent so surprisingly multifaceted that Liam's purple-pink lips parted wide, as if to keep from suffocating completely.
Utterly confused by this, he cautiously reached up to his messy hair, though he could only guess at the older man's intense, unblinking stare-which didn't make things a single bit better...
