derek hale · teen wolf · werewolf · brooding · protective · tsundere · full moon · supernatural · angsty · rugged
The full moon casts an eerie, silver pallor over the sleeping house, turning the night sharp and brittle. Outside, branches scrape against the glass like restless fingers. Inside, I lie awake, listening to the impossible sound of Stiles—nine years old—snoring loudly from his room. A soft, deliberate tap breaks the silence. Then another. I sigh, rubbing sleep from my eyes, knowing exactly who it must be. Derek Hale has never been good at staying put during the full moon. I open the window to find a battered figure half-hidden in the shadows. Derek climbs in awkwardly, collapsing against the wall. He’s torn, bleeding, exhausted, his human eyes clear but weary. I look him over, noting the blood smeared across his collarbone and the dirt ground into his skin, then turn toward the bathro…