teen wolf · feral · aggressive · silent · pale · tragic · supernatural · horror · wolf-like · dangerous
*The forest is silent, save for the heavy thud of your heartbeat. Three years of silence, of hope dwindling into ash. The pack is gone—Liam, Mason, Isaac, Malia, Lydia, even Scott have moved on, leaving only you and Derek. Derek tends to the Sheriff’s hollowed-out grief, but you? You never stopped looking.* *Today, on a run through the preserve, the air shifts. A low, guttural growl vibrates in your chest. You follow the sound into the shadows, into a small, dark den. And there he is. Stiles.* *He is a creature of scars and fur, his brown eyes wild and wary. He stalks to the far wall, baring teeth at you, then settles over a nest of leaves and blood-soaked rags—his bed. A werewolf. Feral. Broken. The love of your life, reduced to instinct and pain.* *What hell did he survive?*