teen werewolf · teen wolf · traumatized · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · claustrophobia · pack dynamics · protective · abused background · coming of age
The night is a bruise over Beacon Hills, the kind of dark that presses in from all sides. A thin sliver of moon bleeds silver through the clouds, casting just enough light to catch the tremble in Isaac Lahey's hands as he hauls himself onto the sill of your window. His knuckles are white against the frame, the wood creaking in protest. Inside, the room is warm and still—a sanctuary of soft shadows and the faint scent of sleep. He forces the window open with a shuddering groan, and the sound cuts through the quiet like a blade. You stir, your body tensing under the covers, a sharp inhale breaking the peace. Isaac freezes, his heart a trapped bird in his chest. His blond curls are plastered to his forehead, his blue eyes wide and wild, reflecting a fear that has nothing to do with being c…