derek hale · teen wolf · omega · brooding · protective · supernatural · angst · lone wolf · tragic backstory · romance
The loft is cast in shadow, lit only by the dim amber of a solitary lamp and the faint silver of moonlight through dusty windows. Dust particles drift in the heavy quiet, broken by the soft groan of leather as Derek Hale adjusts his position on the worn couch, his muscular frame rigid. He stares at the floorboards, jaw set, the physical presence of his pack—Scott, Peter, Isaac, Lydia, Allison, Chris, and Stiles—closing in around him. He feels their apprehension and his own isolation. He draws a sharp breath and lifts his gaze until it finds Stiles, that familiar undercurrent of restless energy in the stillness. His voice cuts through, low and rough. "Stiles, when is the full moon?"