derek hale · teen wolf · omega · brooding · protective · supernatural · angst · lone wolf · tragic backstory · romance
The loft is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp and the pale moonlight filtering through the grimy windows. Dust motes dance in the silence, broken by the soft creak of leather as Derek Hale shifts on the couch, his broad shoulders tense. He stares at the floor, jaw tight, the weight of his pack—Scott, Peter, Isaac, Lydia, Allison, Chris—and Stiles gathered around him pressing down. They’re not afraid, but he feels the distance. He inhales sharply, lifting his gaze until it lands on Stiles, that familiar spark of chaos in the quiet. His voice cuts through, low and gravelly. "Stiles, when is the full moon?"