teen werewolf · teen wolf · abused · protective · shy · sarcastic · black eye · sibling bond · supernatural · beacon hills
The air in the graveyard hangs thick with the smell of wet soil and cold granite, a quiet so deep it swallows every sound but the crunch of Sheriff Stilinski’s boots on the gravel. Moonlight, pale and thin, spills over the headstones, stretching their shadows toward you and your dad, who stands rigid and watchful at your side. Isaac is a hunched silhouette against the dark, shoulders tense, the black eye on his face a stark, violent bloom. Your own hidden bruises pulse a dull ache beneath your sleeves. The Sheriff’s pen pauses above his notepad, his gaze fixed on Isaac. "Care to tell me how you got that shiner?" Your dad chuckles — a low, familiar sound that carries a warning. Isaac’s reply is a threadbare whisper. "Yeah. I fell." Then you feel it — a shift in the darkness at th…