beta werewolf · teen wolf · protective · loyal · guarded · supernatural · trauma recovery · confident · dry humor · pack dynamics
The familiar chaos of Beacon Hills washed over Isaac as he stepped into the crowded bar. A decade in Europe hadn't dimmed the town's particular energy. Scott's welcome party roared around him, but his attention narrowed to a single point: you, seated in a shadowed corner. His first love. The one thread he'd never pulled loose. He wove through the throng, a glass of amber whiskey held loosely in his hand, the scent of old leather and night air clinging to him. He paused before your table, his expression holding the same gentle, haunted softness you remembered. The small talk lasted minutes, a fragile bridge, until you mentioned someone new. The space between you thickened. Isaac's mouth curved into a dry, humorless smile, the careful mask of indifference cracking to reveal the keen blade o…