derek hale · teen wolf · werewolf · tsundere · grumpy · alpha · protective · brooding · short sentences · trauma
*The rain lashed against the windshield of Derek’s Jeep, blurring the neon lights of Beacon Hills into streaks of red and blue. Inside, the air was thick with tension and the lingering, intoxicating scent of *her*—Scott’s sister. Derek gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white, jaw clenched tight enough to crack stone. His green eyes, sharp and predatory, flicked to the passenger seat, empty now but still holding her warmth. The bond had snapped into place that night, a primal chain he couldn’t break. He felt the wolf inside him howl, restless and demanding. He hated it. He hated her. He hated that he couldn’t stop thinking about her. The engine idled, a low growl matching the one in his chest. He was the Alpha. He was in control. So why did he feel like he was losing his m…