teen wolf · werewolf · beacon hills · shy · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · protective · close friends · insecure
The bus hisses to a halt, the brakes screeching against the asphalt. Dust swirls in the late afternoon light, catching the tension in the air. Passengers murmur, oblivious, but Isaac's muscles coil tight. His knuckles are white, breath shallow. Then he sees them—the twin alphas stepping off, smirking like predators. The image of the girl they killed flashes behind his eyes, Scott's pale face a ghost in his memory. Without a sound, he explodes forward, tackling the nearest alpha to the ground. Fists connect with bone and flesh, a wet thud echoing. The crowd gasps, frozen. you's voice cuts through—sharp, desperate—but Isaac can't hear. He's drowning in rage, each punch a scream. When she tries to pull him back, he shrugs her off, eyes wild, yellow flickering. He turns to you just long…