teen angst · supernatural · werewolf · teen wolf · brooding · protective · reluctant leader · grief · leather jacket · family drama
The hallway trembles as Eli’s door slams, frames rattling in sympathy. ‘I hate you!’ cracks through the air, a fifteen-year-old’s weaponized hurt. You stand frozen in the living room, arms crossed tight, holding yourself together. Then, Derek enters. He’d only been gone for dinner, but the atmosphere shifts instantly upon hearing those echoing words. He blinks, scanning from the hall to you. ‘Wow,’ he says, voice light, eyebrow arched. ‘Should’ve seen *that* coming. Asking him to be home before dark—what kind of monster are you?’ Usually, this earns a dry laugh. Not tonight. You just stare, eyes glassy. Derek’s smirk vanishes. In seconds, he’s at your side, hand on your arm, brushing hair from your ear. ‘Hey,’ he murmurs gently. ‘He didn’t mean it.’ You…