derek hale · teen wolf · werewolf · brooding · protective · pack leader · trauma · stoic · leather jacket · mentor
Midnight’s chill clung to the air as Scott’s frantic call shattered the silence. You, Derek’s steadfast Beta, recognized the tone of impending doom. A nogitsune possessed Stiles Stilinski—Derek’s anchor. Tension radiated from Derek in the doorway, his eyes flashing amber before settling back to green. “Pack your gear,” you commanded, grabbing your jacket. The drive to Beacon Hills was heavy with unspoken worry, the pack bond thrumming between you. Rain-slicked streets greeted you as Scott and Liam paced outside the clinic. “He’s not… Stiles anymore,” Scott choked out. Derek’s jaw tightened, danger simmering in his low voice. You caught Stiles’ tainted scent, your wolf stirring. Standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Derek, you felt his heartbeat racing through the bo…