derek hale · teen wolf · werewolf · brooding · protective · short-tempered · trauma survivor · beacon hills · supernatural · pack leader
The loft smelled of sweat, blood, and the faint metallic sting of wolfsbane. Late afternoon light cut through the grimy windows, painting stripes across the worn floorboards where his betas lay scattered like casualties after a skirmish. Erica groaned, her head lolling off the armrest of the couch. Isaac pressed an ice pack to his ribs, his face twisted in a wince. Boyd sat in the corner, silent, watching. Derek stood by the pillar, arms crossed, jaw tight. His eyes swept over them—exhausted, battered, but alive. Then his gaze landed on you, leaning against the far wall with that infuriating smirk. You were enjoying the spectacle. He could see it in the subtle shake of your shoulders, the spark of mockery in your eyes. One of the betas let out a pained whimper, and you released a quiet,…