Werewolf Boyfriend Canvas (complete)

    South Paw Lake was just beyond Hearthway Forest. Ages ago, it had been a settlement for a group of Swiss immigrants. It was these immigrants who would soon form what would become Hearthway Hollow. For now, South Paw Lake was the site of Camp Wolfpun, a summer camp for the kids of Hearthway Hollow and some of the neighboring communities.

    This summer, you’ve been hired to be a counselor at the camp. Usually, you’re a teacher at Hearthway Elementary, where you’re the history teacher. Here, you’ll be in charge of crafts as well as several other things, and you’re head of Dingo Cabin. 

    The owner and operator of Camp Wolfpun is Canvas Lanterne, whose lineage can be traced all the way back to the Swiss immigrants who settled on South Paw Lake. You’ve known him since high school, and to be honest, he hasn’t changed much since then. He’s still tall, gangly, with his long blonde surfer hair and never aging face. 

    Counselors stay inside the cabins with the kids, they have their own room separate from the camper’s main room. You’d be in charge of some of the younger campers, so it made sense they’d want an adult close by. Looking over the list you were given, you saw quite a few of your students would be in Dingo cabin.

    You arrive a day early to set up and go over the protocol with the other counselors. When you arrive, you see Harun is there and is helping get supplies into the cafeteria. You also see Rowan, who is checking over a crate of books. Big Billy is fixing the firepit as well as checking the fire extinguishers. 

    “Oh no, Canvas hired a boring teacher?” Rowan chimes. 

    You turn and see he’s pointing at you. “How’d you know?” You set your bags down and walk over to him.

    “It’s that patchouli perfume you wear,” Rowan says. “I can smell it a mile away.” He taps his nose as he grins. “That’s why Canvas hired you.”

    You chuckle and help him load the books into the main hall. “And what’re you doing here?” You ask. “Come to get lost in the woods again?”

    “I was twelve!” He snaps at you. “Why do you gotta keep bringing that up?” He huffs and takes one of the books from the crate. “A couple of my students are attending this year. I’m watching them in Coyote Cabin while also teaching Morse code.” He tilts his head. “What about you?”

    “I’m over at Dingo Cabin,” you reply. “I’m also going to be doing some of the crafts and Canvas asked me to tell stories about South Paw Lake and the history of Hearthway Hollow.”

    Rowan grimaces. “You’re going to be giving a history lesson?”

    “Hey,” you snap. “The kids need to know the history of this place. Why they’re here and why Eva decided to save it.”

    You get to set up in your cabin, unpacking and using the chest of drawers provided. As you’re getting set up, there’s a knock on the door.

    “Can I come in?”

    You look back and see Canvas walking inside. Still just as tall and gangly as ever. You smile at him. “There you are!” You say. “I saw Rowan before I saw you.”

    “Oh no, I’m sorry,” he chuckles. “Are you getting settled ok?”

    You nod. “I’m pretty excited actually.” You notice Canvas’s hair is wet. “I noticed I had Eve and Billie in my cabin, so I’m pretty excited to see them.” You reach out then and touch his hair. “Were you swimming?”

    He chuckles and ducks his head. “Yeah,” he admits. He combs his fingers through his long hair. “Just, testing out the water.”

    You smirk at him and finish unpacking your things. “Well, it’s good to see you, wet or dry. It’s been a long time.” Back in high school, you and Canvas had dated. It had been an awkward first romance for the both of you. You had gone to prom and done all the normal stupid high school things. But then, after graduation, you moved away for college and Canvas stayed behind. He took over Camp Wolfpun from his dad, and you got a teaching degree and a massive amount of debt. You didn’t come back to Hearthway Hollow until last year when you got the teaching job at the elementary school.

    “Yeah, well,” he fidgets slightly. “I was shocked to hear you had come back,” he says. “I thought for sure you were some big shot teacher at like Oxford or Harvard or something.”

    You grin at him and chuckle. “I was actually teaching GED classes at a night school,” you tell him. “And then during the day, I was working at the post office.”

    Canvas’s eyes got a little wide. “Oh?”

    You shake your head. “It was hard even finding a job remotely close to what I went to school for.”

    “Well,” Canvas chuckles. “I’m glad it all worked out. You’re back home. You’re teaching. It’s all full circle.”

    You shrug. “I guess so.”

    Canvas turns towards the door then back to you. “I should probably go check on everyone else.”

    You smile at him. “Ok, I’ll talk to you later.”

    He waves and darts out of the cabin. Something seemed up with him, but you weren’t sure. He acted very nervous and excited like he was trying to contain himself. You finish unpacking then go to join all the other camp counselors around the firepit that Big Billy had just finished putting together.

    You sit down, and Rowan sits on one side of you. “You know, if I do get lost this time, I can just sniff for patchouli and find my way back.”

    “That would be the smart thing to do, wouldn’t it?” Kamilah remarks as she takes the seat on the other side of you.

    “You’re the reason I got lost in the first place!” Rowan hisses at her.

    “You stole my brownie!” Kamilah hisses back. 

    “Children,” Billy growls as he walks by. He takes to the front with Canvas, who starts going over protocol. He passes out handbooks and explains emergency measures, first aid, and other essential things. 

    “Now, to celebrate another year of Camp Wolfpun, Billy is going to grill for us, and I have drinks set up in the cafeteria.”

    “Oh wow, drinking at a camp,” Rowan remarks. “Don’t anybody have sex or that summons the serial killer who lives in the lake.” He then points towards you and Kamilah. “And we have two weird little goth girls here. They probably wanna summon something evil.”

    Kamilah kicks his leg. “I’m small, but I am still stronger than you.”

    “Oh what, you gonna try and kill me in the woods again, Polly Pocket?” Rowan teases her. 

    “Ok you two,” you say, stepping between them. “And no, Rowan, just because Kamilah and I were ‘little goth girls’ back in the day, that doesn’t mean we summon demons.”

    “I’ll summon a can of whoop-ass on him,” Kamilah growls under her breath.

    You sigh and shake your head. Inside the cafeteria, there’s a spread of snacks and drinks. Harun is blending something, and Big Billy comes out of the back with huge plates of raw meat.

    “Are you still vegetarian?” Rowan asks.

    You shrug. “Not really. When I moved to college, I really couldn’t afford it. I eat chicken and fish, but not really any red meat.”

    “There’s chicken,” Canvas pops up behind you. “I also remembered how much you liked my Mom’s grilled eggplant, so Billy has some of that too.”

    “Oh my god, you’re still in love with her,” Rowan snickers and Kamilah drives her elbow into his side.

    Your cheeks start to burn as you look at Canvas. His face is red too, and he ducks his chin down. “God, Rowan,” he huffs. “That was high school!”

    Rowan is bent over the table. “I think Polly Pocket broke my ribs,” he wheezes.

    After eating and having a drink, you leave the cafeteria and head down towards the lake. You sit on the dock, watching as the moon glows over the water. You hear someone walking on the dock, and you look up to see Canvas.

    “There you are,” he says, taking the seat beside you. 

    “Were you looking for me?” You ask.

    He shakes his head. “No, just noticed you had left the cafeteria.” He turns and looks at you, his long hair falls off his shoulder. “Was everything ok?”

    You nod and pull your knees up to your chest. “Everything was great. The eggplant was really good.”

    “You had some?” He says with enthusiasm. 

    You chuckle and beam at him. “Yeah.”

    He looks up at the sky, and it’s quiet for the moment. The lapping of the water at the dock and the hollow sound of the canoes as they brushed against the shore mingle with the crickets and bugs in the forest.

    “Ignore Rowan, by the way,” he gasps. “He’s my cousin, sure, but he doesn’t know what he’s talking about!” Canvas sounds like he’s rambling. “I mean, uh, what he said back in the cafeteria. I don’t,” he scoffs and laughs. “I don’t love you. I mean I care about you, but uhm-” he coughs and clears his throat.

    “I know half of what Rowan says is hot gas,” you say to him. “It’s ok.” You reach over and pat Canvas’s hand. “It’s been a long time since high school.”

    “Yeah, uhm-” Canvas clears his throat again. “How’s your Mom doing?” He asks. “I saw her and Mrs. Locklear shopping the other day.”

    “Oh, she’s fine,” you reply. “And Grandma is the whole reason I got my job in the first place.”

    Canvas grimaces. “You call Mrs. Locklear grandma?”

    “Not to her face,” You shake your head. “Oh god, she’d kill me.”

    He chuckles. “Oh, that’s right, your cousin is married to Principal Theo.” He then sighs and stretches out his legs. “Do you plan on staying at Hearthway Elementary?”

    “It’s nice,” you reply. “I didn’t go to school for teaching elementary, but it’s actually really fun. I think I’ll try and stay as long as I can. Maybe move up to the college one day, teach my students again there,” you chuckle.

    “You’re a Locklear,” Canvas murmurs. “You belong here.”

    “By name. Mom was adopted,” you correct.

    “You’re more like Mrs. Locklear than anybody I know,” Canvas replies. “Hearthway Hollow needs someone like that.”

    You shrug. “I’m not a werewolf,” you reply. “No matter what my name is or who my grandmother is, it doesn’t change that fact.”

    “Hey,” Canvas smirks. “You’re more werewolf than I am. Being a wolf doesn’t come from growing fur and big bad teeth. It comes from the heart.”

    You snort and laugh. “Oh my god, that speech that Mr. Givings gave!”

    Canvas cackles. “He still gives it at graduation.”

    “Oh my god, no!” You double over laughing. 

    You continue to talk late into the night. When you start to yawn, Canvas stands up and offers his hand to you. “I’ll walk you back to Dingo Cabin,” he says.

    You grab his hand and walk with him back to the campgrounds. He bids you goodnight and then scampers back to his own cabin, which is also his house.

    The next day, the campers arrive. You and the other cabin leaders all wait to collect the campers assigned to your cabins.

    You have two of your students, Billie, who is Big Billy’s granddaughter, as well as the heir to Hearthway Hollow, Eve. 

    “Dad!” Eve whines as he walks her towards the camp. “I wanna go! Let me go!”

    “No way, young lady,” Adam says. “I am not letting you go just yet. This is your first time away from home.”

    “Adam,” Mabel scolds him. “We’ve been over this, she’s going to be fine. You’ve pestered poor Canvas enough.”

    “She’s only seven!” Adam whimpers.

    “Hi,” You wave as Eve tries to escape her father to get to you.

    “Ms. Locklear!” Eve squeals excitedly. “You’re here too?” She looks exactly like Adam when she gets excited.

    Mabel grabs Adam’s wrist. “See? She has her favorite teacher here. Let her go.”

    Adam whimpers and kneels down, pulling Eve into a big hug.

    “You’ll be ok, Daddy!” Eve pets the top of his head. “You’re a big boy.”

    “Have fun,” Mabel tells her as she manages to drag Adam away.

    Once everyone has arrived, you take your group of six girls to the Dingo Cabin. You get them settled and help them select their bunks. 

    “Ms. Locklear,” Eve calls from her top bunk. “Since we’re in Dingo Cabin, does that mean we get to eat babies?”

    You stare up at Eve. “Where did you learn that?”

There’s a knock at the door and Canvas steps in. “Hello, Dingo Cabin! Is everyone excited to start camp?”

Five of the girls cheer yes excitedly, one scoffs a deadpanned no. Since this girl is your student, it’s all you can do to keep from laughing.

Canvas, knocked off his rhythm a little, tries to keep up the pace. “That’s great! Once you all get settled, we’re going to all meet at the cafeteria for lunch and to go over safety guides, rules, and our itinerary for the week. If you have any questions, ask your cabin leader.”

    The girls all giggle as Canvas leaves.

    The first day goes smoothly, during lunch the campers are told what to do in case of emergency and other various rules about the camp. This included no swimming or going near the lake without a counselor present and various other things.

    It takes you a while to get the girls quiet and into bed, but soon the cabin is quiet, and the girls are all snoring peacefully. Come morning, you get the girls up for breakfast. But once you step outside, you find something waiting on you.

    “Ms. Locklear!” Eve gasps. “Is it dead?”

    “Is someone being courted?” Another girl squeals.

“Girls,” you chuckle as you pick up the rabbit. “It’s just a little rabbit,” you reply. “It probably came from the woods and-” you notice a ribbon tied around its neck. Attached is a card with your name on it.

The girls all squeal and bounce around. “Ms. Locklear’s getting courted! Ms. Locklear’s getting courted!” They start chanting.

“Girls! Girls! Hush!” You try to get them to be quiet.

“What’s this I hear?” Rowan chirps as he and his cabin walk by. “Someone’s getting courted?”

“Get out of here!” You snap at him. You make sure the girls get to the cafeteria, and then you take the rabbit to the little farm on the campsite where there are goats, chickens, and rabbits. You set the rabbit in the enclosure.

You go back to the cafeteria and get in line for food. 

Canvas is serving out the food, and when you come up, he grins. “Hey, I got something lucky for you,” he says.

“Oh,” You gasp.

He places a mini box of Lucky Charms cereal on your tray. “Get it?”

You look up at him. “Really?”

Canvas just smiles and giggles.

You go and sit down with the other counselors, taking your milk and box of cereal. You look up, noticing most of the other counselors are looking at you. You huff, knowing this is going to be an awkward camp experience.

That afternoon, after swimming, as you bring the girl’s back to the cabin to change, you find a small wooden rabbit on your window. You take it off the sill and look it over. You smile softly to yourself as you examine the hand-carved charm.

The next morning, the girls are all clamoring and awake before you are. They’re excited to see what else you’ve gotten as part of courtship. To their disappointment, there is nothing. You had already gotten it. When you woke up, there was another carved charm on your window. This time, of a little bird.

That evening, as the campers sit around the fire making s’mores, you help the girls roast their marshmallows. You reach down to get some more and see your bag is gone. You look up, seeing Canvas walking away from you.

“Ms. Locklear! He stole the marshmallows!” Eve calls out.

Canvas gasps and turns around. “Tattletale.”

You hold your hand out. “Canvas,” you fuss at Canvas. “You think you’re invisible or something. Give those back.”

He tosses the bag back at you. “I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for those meddling kids.”

The girls giggle and Eve gasps. “Are you the one who likes Ms. Locklear?”

You grimace and wait for the flood of kids squealing and gasping. It was bad enough they knew you were being courted here, but now there was speculation. 

“Now, now kids,” Canvas chimes. “Do you think I could actually be that smooth? After all, she’s a Locklear. That’s scary enough!”

The kids all giggle and thankfully that calms them down.

That evening, after the girls go to sleep, you leave to help clean up after the s’mores feast. There is a huge mess left over that needs to be cleaned up before animals in the woods smell it. 

“Hey,” Kamilah whispers to you. “We’re all going for a night swim. Want to join?”

“Oh,” you look around. “Is that ok?”

Kamilah nods. “It’s just right over here, and Dad is going around keeping an eye on things. Let’s have a little fun while we’re here.”

You end up going with Kamilah and the others to the lake. You climb up a path where there’s a rope swing. They swing out and leap into the water. Some shift, turning into their were forms to swim and play. 

It’s your turn to swing, so you take hold of the rope, and you leap out. You swing over the lake and giggle. You then turn and see a wolf on the cliff where you jumped from. They have long, shaggy fur that’s a shimmery blonde. You gasp and let go, falling into the water, hitting it harder than you meant to.

Someone grabs you, dragging you to shore after having hit the water so hard. “What do you think you are doing?”

You look up at the blonde were. “Canvas?” You cough. “Why’d you pull me out? I can swim, you know?”

“I uh-” he gasps.

“I haven’t seen you like that since high school, it surprised me.” You stand up and look out at the lake. He’s dragged you to a cave off the cliff. Everyone else is still out swimming and having fun.

Canvas stands up, and something falls from the pocket of his shorts. You stoop down and pick up a small hand-carved charm of a wolf. You smile and look up at him. 

“I knew it was you,” you sigh.

He snatches the charm from your hand and clutches it to his chest. “No, you don’t,” he scoffs. “I just found this.”

You look up at him. “Who else would it be?” You put your hand on his arm. “C’mon now. Just fess up.” You hold your hand out.

Canvas grumbles and huffs. He places the charm in your palm. “Ok. Fine,” he mutters. “I am trying to court you.”

You smile at the wolf charm and look up at Canvas, His ears are down, and his tail tucks between his legs. You touch his arm again. “Hey,” you whisper to him. “What’s wrong?”

He tilts his head to the side. “I was wanting this to all go right,” he confesses. “I had it all planned out. I was going to spend all this time trying to win you back and have you see the new me.” He whimpers softly. “Instead, I still look like the same blundering idiot I was back in school.”

You take his paw and squeeze it tight. “That’s not true.”

Suddenly, thunder booms and rain comes out of nowhere. Everyone heads back towards camp, and you run with Canvas. You end up at his cabin to escape the sudden deluge that hit the camp.

He fetches you a towel, and he starts a fire. “Thanks,” You sigh as you dry out your hair.

“Do you want some dry clothes?” He asks.

You look down, still in just a wet bathing suit. “Yeah,” you feel your cheeks burn. “I would really appreciate it.”

He goes into his bedroom and gets you a shirt and a pair of shorts. You’re a little bigger than Canvas, so the shirt is a little tight, and the shorts don’t fit. So you sit there in just the shirt and the towel around your waist.

“You can stay here until the rain lets up,” Canvas says. “If it stays, you can have my bed. I can run out and get you an umbrella from the cafeteria.”

You shake your head. “Don’t get yourself cold and wet again. This is fine.” You lounge in front of the fire. 

It’s quiet for a long time, and then Canvas stands up and walks over, sitting down beside you. He cautiously puts his arm around you. You snuggle to him and lay your head on his chest. His heart is pounding hard in his chest, and it makes you smile.

“You aren’t an idiot,” you tell him. “Yes, you’re clumsy, but you’re not an idiot.” You look up at him, seeing him blushing. “I’m glad it’s you.”

He swallows.

“I was always shocked you never courted me in high school,” you admit.

He sighs. “I wanted to,” he says. “I really, really wanted to. But you got into that great school, and you had to move away,” he mutters. “I didn’t want to ruin your chances by courting you. I told myself there would be someone else. I might find someone, you might find someone.” He then huffs and leans his head back. “I just didn’t want to ruin your life.”

You kiss his cheek. “Thank you, I’m glad you didn’t back then.”

He tilts his head down. “And now?”

You kiss him and move into his lap. “Now is perfect,” you whisper. You kiss him again, and Canvas wraps his arms around you. You pet up his chest, meeting each eager kiss and moving to straddle his lap.

Canvas’s hand moves, cupping your ass and he gulps. “Sorry,” he gasps.

You chuckle and kiss his neck, biting him. “It’s ok. Go on.”

He touches your ass again, squeezing this time and kneading his fingers in. “Oh wow,” he whispers. He then moans and stretches his neck, allowing you more skin to bite and kiss.

You pant, lifting your head and looking into his eyes. “It’s been a long time,” you giggle.

“Yeah,” he moans, moving so he’s sitting up more. He kisses you again. “Not since prom night.”

You take off the tight shirt, and his eyes bug slightly. “Oh wow,” he whispers.

You giggle and press your bare chest to his. “It’ll be better than prom night,” you whisper to him. You kiss him, and he stands up, picking you up off the couch.

“Whoa!” You gasp, clinging to him. “A little warning next time!” He runs with you to his bedroom where he tosses you onto the messy bed. He tackles you, kissing you and running his hands all over your body. You loop your legs around his waist. He starts to shift and grow. His fur feels good against your bare, cold skin. His long, black tongue licks between your breasts and he growls softly.

“Is this ok?” He asks.

You touch his face and rub his ears. He whimpers softly, giving you great big puppy dog eyes. You smile at him. “Of course.”

“Uhm,” he swallows. “Ca-can I ask you a favor?”

“Sure, what?” You pet his chest as he fidgets.

Canvas sighs and shakes his head. “Could you...could you use my real name?” He asks. “Not my nickname, but uhm…”

You sit up and kiss him softly. “I’m ready, Noah.”

He whimpers softly and kisses you. He kisses down your body, moaning as his tongue laps at your skin. He’s nestled between your thighs, kissing your mound and gently nipping at your belly. He noses between your folds, his tongue lapping up your cream.

You shiver and grasp your breast with one hand, the other hand grabs the back of his head, pushing him deeper. “Noah, that feels good.”

He growls against you, his long tongue pushing inside and then swirling around your clit. His eyes flick up to you, glowing in the darkness. “You taste good.”

You whimper softly and roll your hips. He presses deeper, using his tongue to tease and pamper your clit. You feel the heat of it pool in your belly and ripple out through all your limbs. You sigh and shiver as your legs start to tremble.

“Noah,” you mewl.

He lifts his head. “Was that good?”

You swallow and catch your breath. “Where’d you learn that?”

He chuckles as he kisses back up you. “In all the right places.”

You cling to him and feel his cock rubbing against you. You reach down, feeling the tip and the oozing precum. You spread your legs a little more and guide him into place.

“Wait,” he pants. “A...a condom.”

You giggle and kiss him. “This isn’t high school, and we aren’t in the back of your jeep,” you tell him. You move a little, taking his tip inside you. “I’ve got birth control this time,” you moan. “And we’re in a big, comfy bed.” You look up at him. “You get to enjoy all of me.”

He swallows and slowly spears himself inside you. You feel him stretch your inner walls as he plunges deeper. Canvas’s mouth hangs open, and he moans deeply. 

“It’s so tight,” he pants.

You feel his knot at your entrance, rubbing against you and hitting your clit. “You’re a big boy, Noah,” you whisper for him.

He grunts and starts to move. He snarls and jerks, moaning loudly. He soon finds a rhythm, and you have to cling onto the headboard. He starts going faster once he knows what he’s doing. The bed shakes and slams against the wall. You cry out, nearly howling as he drives deep into you.

“Noah,” you mewl. “Your knot.”

He growls and snarls, pushing harder and faster. You feel his knot start to ease inside you. You gasp, and your back arches off the bed as it locks into place. He howls loudly, bending his head back as he’s entirely inside you.

He takes hold of you, touching your face and breathing slow. Locked inside, his movements have to be precise. You feel the thick knot grinding inside you. You can feel his heat as it pools in your belly. He moans and sighs, kissing you and sucking on your tongue.

You cling to him, panting and whimpering. The more he moves, the more you start to fall. The heat ripples through your body again and you claw down his back. You cry out his name, “Noah,” several times.

He buries his face between your breasts, and you feel his cock throb. It twitches and spurts, filling you full of his cum. You both lay there, bathed in the moonlight from his window. You huff and puff, shaking and relaxing.

You giggle, and he chuckles. He lifts his head, and you both start laughing loudly. The bed suddenly topples as one of the legs gives out and you spill out onto the floor. You both only laugh harder.

“I can fix that,” Canvas snorts.

You manage to stand up despite your jelly legs. He shoves some books where the leg of the bed used to be, and you both climb back onto the mattress.

He holds you in his arms and sighs. “Yeah, way better than prom night.”

You giggle and kiss him. “I’m glad we got a redo,” you tell him. “This was amazing.”

“Amazing?” He cocks a brow. “Really? Would you say it was the best?”

You shrug. “I would, but maybe the best hasn’t happened yet.”

Canvas smirks and kisses you, pushing you back down into the bed. “You know, I recover pretty quick. What say we try for best?”

“We have work in the morning, and I’ll need to leave early to get my clothes before I wake the girls.” You pop his cheek. “But maybe after camp is over. I have all summer off, after all.”

He grins and kisses you. “Ok, it’s a plan.”