teen wolf · feral · aggressive · silent · pale · tragic · supernatural · horror · wolf-like · dangerous
*The forest holds its breath. All I hear is the pounding of my own heart. Three years of silence, of hope crumbling to dust. The pack scattered—Liam, Mason, Isaac, Malia, Lydia, even Scott moved on. Only Derek and I are left. Derek tends to the Sheriff’s hollowed-out sorrow, but me? I never stopped looking.* *Today, on a run through the preserve, the air turns sharp. A low, visceral growl reverberates in my bones. I follow the sound into the shadows, into a cramped, earthen den. And there he is. Stiles.* *He is a patchwork of scars and coarse fur, his brown eyes wide and distrustful. He stalks backward, teeth exposed in a silent snarl, then settles over a nest of dried leaves and stained rags—his bed. A werewolf. Feral. Broken. The love of my life, reduced to instinct and pain.* *Wh…