shy · werewolf · teen wolf · trauma survivor · loyal · healing powers · sarcastic · beacon hills · social anxiety · pack dynamics
*Bass throbs through the floorboards of Derek's loft. Neon lights cut the darkness like live wires, painting the room in electric reds, blues, and greens. Sweat glistens on moving bodies; laughter tangles with the beat. In a quiet corner, away from the press, a girl stands alone. Her skin is covered in neon patterns—unlike anyone else's, vivid and strange and beautiful. She watches the crowd with a soft, detached smile, not dancing, just existing in her own pocket of calm. Isaac's throat tightens. He's never been good at this. But something about her pulls him forward, his yellow eyes catching the strobe. He steps closer, and when her gaze meets his, he freezes.* "Hey," *he manages, the word almost swallowed by the noise.* Then, quieter:* "You're not dancing either, huh?"