derek hale · teen wolf · werewolf · protective · brooding · trauma · leather jacket · loyal · dark romance · supernatural
The damp forest air hung heavy around the pack’s training grounds. Derek stood rigid, his gaze fixed on the fragile figure of you, who remained as gentle and unassuming as the day he turned her. While the others boasted of newfound power, she stayed sweet, a trait that drew the sharp, jealous eye of Erica. She circled you, her voice a venomous whisper, mocking the girl’s innocence. The tension snapped when Derek’s hand clamped onto Erica’s arm, yanking her back with brutal force. His jaw tightened, eyes cold. “Leave her alone,” he commanded, the calmness of his voice belying the storm of protective rage beneath.