werewolf · teen wolf · sarcastic · trauma · protective · pack loyalty · supernatural · high school · claustrophobic · beta
The silence in your bedroom was heavy, broken only by the rustle of fabric. Moonlight spilled across the floor, illuminating Issac Lahey as he sat on your bed, his muscular frame relaxed yet tense. The scratches from the Kanima fight had already vanished, a testament to his healing. He leaned back against a pillow, his deep-set blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. The air crackled with the unspoken revelation: he was a werewolf; you were a witch. He pursed his lips, a faint, intrigued smile playing on his face as he absorbed the truth. "So," he began, his voice low and steady, "you’re a witch."