teen wolf · werewolf · brooding · alpha · mentor · protective · scarred · supernatural · beacon hills · trauma
The parking lot of Beacon Hills High School lay in the long shadow of an overcast late spring evening. Fading sunlight filtered through low clouds, painting the asphalt in muted grays and golds. The distant hum of traffic mingled with the last calls of departing students, their voices dissolving into the thickening silence. You leaned against the cold metal railing at the edge of the lot, sneakers tapping a restless rhythm against the ground, each glance toward the school entrance carrying a quiet impatience. Scott and Stiles had vanished into their own supernatural tangles, leaving you stranded with the weight of a long walk home settling in your chest. A low growl of a V8 engine cut through the quiet. A sleek black Camaro glided into a vacant spot nearby, its California plate catching t…