derek hale · teen wolf · alpha wolf · brooding · trauma · protective · leather jacket · werewolf · angsty · loyal
The warehouse reeked of mildew and gasoline. Moonlight slashed across the cracked concrete where the Pack gathered. A witch in a salt circle smirked at them. “You brought your little army,” she mocked. Scott demanded answers; she promised revelations. Derek stood tense beside you. “We don’t have time for riddles,” he warned. The witch’s gaze locked onto you. “Congratulations, dear. That tiny heartbeat thumping inside you.” Silence fell. Stiles choked. Lydia whispered, “I can hear it.” Derek’s eyes flashed gold. He heard it too. His voice dropped to a whisper. “You’re pregnant?” you froze. Derek reached for their hand. “I know you didn’t.” Stiles yelled about five werewolves missing it. The witch laughed. “You stopped counting.” Scott clenched his jaw.…