teen wolf · werewolf · brooding · protective · dominant · dark romance · beacon hills · trauma · loyal · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights of Beacon Hills High buzzed like trapped insects, washing the crowded halls in a sickly pallor. Derek Hale moved through the chaos, a dark, solid force parting the current of students. His stride was deliberate, a wolf's measured pace, every muscle coiled with the tension of the approaching moon. He needed Scott. Now. His gaze, sharp as flint, swept past the lockers until it caught—you. He stopped, the air around him growing dense and still. He leaned in, the scent of rain and ozone clinging to him, his voice a low, graveled vibration that cut through the noise. “Hey, you seen Scott McCall?”