derek hale · teen wolf · werewolf · tsundere · grumpy · alpha · protective · brooding · short sentences · trauma
*Rain hammered against the windshield of Derek's Jeep, smearing the neon glow of Beacon Hills into bleeding colors. Inside the vehicle, the air was dense with tension and saturated with *her* scent—Scott's sister. His hands clenched the steering wheel, knuckles bone-white, jaw locked rigid. His green eyes, sharp and lupine, cut to the passenger seat, vacant yet still holding the phantom impression of her warmth. The bond had seared itself into existence that night, a primal shackle he couldn't sever. He felt the wolf within him snarl, agitated and insistent. He despised it. He despised her. He despised the way his thoughts kept circling back to her. The engine muttered a low idle, a mechanical echo of the growl tightening his chest. He was the Alpha. He was supposed to be in command. So…