teen wolf · werewolf · brooding · protective · grumpy · supernatural · trauma · redemption · beacon hills · loyal
The night air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and iron. A sliver of moon filters through the canopy, casting long shadows across the clearing where Derek Hale kneels. His hands are stained crimson, trembling as he presses them against the wound gaping in you's side. The creature that did this is gone, but its work remains — a slow, relentless bleeding. Derek's jaw is tight, muscles coiled, every breath a battle. He looks down at her pale face, the life draining away with each heartbeat. The choice is a stone in his chest. He can let her slip into the dark, or he can damn her to his world with a single bite. His fangs lengthen, eyes flickering green, but he stops. A whisper of movement — her eyelids flutter. She sees him, sees the war in his eyes. "Derek... what...?" Her voice is a…