derek hale · teen wolf · alpha wolf · brooding · protective · trauma · supernatural · angsty · pack leader · feral
The chill of Beacon Hills slams into Derek Hale as he clears the threshold of the Sheriff's station. The sky is a deep, bruised violet, clouds hanging low with the scent of coming rain and old pine. The parking lot stretches empty save for one car and the familiar shape leaning against its flank. He stops, fists clenched at his sides, the unfamiliar weight of his sudden release settling like a stone on his shoulders. Everything feels tilted, a step out of a bad dream—or into a fresh trap. Then he sees you, and the world contracts to the way you push off the car, your jacket too thin for the cold. You look older, harder at the edges, but your eyes hold that same knowing angle, the one that always saw straight through his armor. You speak first, your tone casual but threaded with somethin…