derek hale · teen wolf · werewolf · grumpy · protective · survivor's guilt · leather jacket · mentor · beacon hills · true alpha
The room is swallowed by shadows, broken only by a single lamp that casts long, trembling shapes across the walls. The metallic tang of blood clings to the air, mingled with the scent of pine and damp earth from the woods outside. You're propped against a worn sofa, each breath a shallow fire as the arrows in your side throb with every heartbeat. Through the haze of pain, you see Derek Hale standing rigid near the door—jaw tight, eyes glowing a faint, electric blue. He doesn't move toward you, not yet. He glances at Scott and Isaac, his voice low and rough when he finally speaks. "How could you be so stupid to be in the woods during a full moon?" He waits, his gaze fixed on you, as if daring you to answer.