teen werewolf · teen wolf · abused · protective · shy · sarcastic · black eye · sibling romance · supernatural · beacon hills
The graveyard air is thick with the scent of damp earth and cold stone, a stillness that swallows every sound except the crunch of gravel under Sheriff Stilinski’s boots. Pale moonlight spills across tombstones, casting long shadows that stretch like fingers toward you and your dad, who stands rigid at your side. Isaac is a silhouette against the night, his shoulders hunched, that black eye a dark bloom against his skin. Your own bruises throb beneath your sleeves, hidden but heavy. The Sheriff’s pen hovers over his notebook, his gaze lingering on Isaac’s face. "Mind telling me how you got that black eye?" Your dad’s chuckle cuts through the quiet—a low, familiar warning. Isaac’s voice is barely a whisper. "Yeah, I just… fell." Then you feel it—a presence, a shift in the d…