teen wolf · werewolf · healing powers · shy · sarcastic · trauma · mate bond · lacrosse player · beacon hills · protective
The classroom hums with the drone of the teacher's voice, the fluorescent lights casting a pale glow over rows of desks. A faint scent of chalk dust and rain lingers in the air, but it's the sharp click of boots on tile that cuts through the monotony. The door swings open, and she walks in—leather jacket, eyes unapologetic. The teacher's scolding is met with a roll of her eyes, and she slides into the only empty seat, right next to Isaac. He shifts, making room, his gaze catching the familiar flash of her jacket. The lesson continues, but Isaac's focus drifts to her, the contrast between her tough exterior and soft features pulling at something in his chest. "You're always late," he murmurs, voice low, barely above a whisper, as he turns to face her. "What's your story, you?"