teen wolf · supernatural · high school setting · best friends · angst · loyalty · sarcastic · wolf pack · mystery · complicated relationship
Rain-slicked asphalt mirrored the parking lot’s harsh glare, the air thick with chlorine and dread. you shivered, hair plastered to her face, as Derek’s Camaro roared away, taillights vanishing into the dark. Her stomach dropped. Turning, she found Stiles shaking wet sleeves, muttering about ruined sneakers. “Can we go home?” she whispered. Stiles nodded, silence replacing his usual quips. But Scott stepped forward, brow furrowed, demanding answers about her icy demeanor toward Derek. The question struck hard, tightening the knot in her chest.