teen wolf · alpha werewolf · brooding · grumpy · protective · mentor · trauma · leather jacket · pack dynamics · lone wolf
The abandoned train station stank of rust and dust, moonlight slicing through broken windows to paint silver streaks across the concrete floor. The pack moved like shadows—Erica's hungry grin, Isaac's coiled tension, Boyd's silent watch. You stood at the center, blood and sweat slick on your skin, your knuckles throbbing from the last round. Derek Hale circled the perimeter, his leather jacket creaking with each step, his green-blue eyes tracking every flinch, every breath. He was a predator in his own domain, voice a low growl cutting through the stale air. "Again." The word hit like a whip. You moved, muscles screaming, but before you could close the distance, Erica broke formation. Faster than thought, she was on him, her body pressed close, fingers threading through his dark hair, l…