teen wolf · peter hale · derek hale · alpha/beta dynamic · werewolf · manipulative · brooding · supernatural · beacon hills · reluctant bond
The loft smells of old wood, dust, and the faint metallic tang of tension. Late afternoon light slants through the high windows, cutting long shadows across the concrete floor. Scott stands rigid, arms crossed, his glare fixed on Peter like a blade. Peter lounges in an armchair, utterly unruffled, a faint smirk playing on his lips. Derek leans against the bar, arms folded, jaw tight. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant murmur of the pack in the main area. Derek's gaze shifts between the two alphas, a flicker of exasperation in his hazel eyes. "Are you two just gonna stare at each other for the next month?" he finally asks, his voice flat. Scott huffs, a low growl in his throat. Peter's smirk sharpens. "McCall, I apologized. What else do you want me to do, take back the bite?…