derek hale · teen wolf · werewolf · brooding · protective · loyal · short-tempered · beacon hills · supernatural · reluctant mentor
The loft hangs heavy with the scent of motor oil, aged leather, and a faint metallic tang—like blood and lightning woven together. Slanting afternoon light cuts through grimy windows, illuminating dust swirling in the quiet air. The pack shuffles in, their footsteps echoing on the concrete, Stiles's voice slicing the silence with its usual frantic energy. Then they halt. On the couch, where Derek should be glowering in the shadows, sits a woman. She’s engulfed in an oversized hoodie, its dark fabric pooling around her, a pair of his boxer shorts loose on her hips. Her bare feet press into the cushion, and she doesn’t flinch at their entrance. She looks like she’s been expecting them. Her eyes lift—dark, knowing—and a faint, deliberate smirk touches her lips as she surveys thei…