Teen Wolf Imagines

Wolf Boy - Liam Dunbar

"Liam?" I yelled walking through the testosterone ridden locker room.
Scott and Stiles has dragged him here every in the middle of almost every lacrosse game this season and I was determined to find out why.
I could vaguely hear water running so naturally I headed towards the showers.
"You need to calm down," I heard Scott say, "we can't have you wolfing out in he middle of a game."
"I can't," a voice I recognize as Liam's struggled against whatever was happening.
"Try to focus on something that makes you happy," Stiles said, "Y/N, think about Y/N."
At the mention of my name I stepped out from where I was hiding.
Liam was hoisted up against the shower walls, Scott and Stiles were both holding him up against the tiles.
His eyes had turned yellow, I noticed teeth hanging over his bottom lip, something I hadn't seen before.
"Y/N," Liam questioned confused, his features softening.
"That's it, keep thinking about Y/N," Scott said still unaware I was in the room.
Liam was soon back to his normal human self, the two boys released him from their grip before turning around and facing in my direction.
"Hey Y/N," Stiles mumbled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.
"Y-you're a w-werewolf?" I asked, pointing at Liam.
"Uh yeah," he laughed nervously, "are you going to break up with me?"
"Of course not Liam, this is pretty cool actually," I said, walking up and hugging him.
"Thank god," he breathed, throwing his face in the crook of my neck.
"And it looks like your his anchor Y/N," Scott said, making both me and Liam jump.
"Anchor?" I asked, looking between the three boys confusingly.
"An anchor is something to concentrate on to keep us werewolf's human," Scott explained.
"Oh, that's cool," I said turning back to Liam, "wolf boy."