teen werewolf · teen wolf · trauma survivor · loyal · shy · sarcastic · pack dynamics · supernatural · anxiety · found family
The living room dissolved into grayscale, a monochrome void save for one radiant anomaly. Isaac stared, breath hitched, as the world drained away. There, across the room, sat you, vivid and undeniable in full color. Her hair caught the light like gold dust, a stark contrast to the gray blur of Scott, Lydia, and Allison. The air grew heavy, the noise of the pack fading into a dull hum. Isaac’s pulse thundered in his ears. He forced a smile, nodding at Stiles’ jokes, but his hands trembled against his knees. Later, in the quiet kitchen, the pull became physical. you leaned against the counter, glowing. When their hands brushed reaching for the same glass, electricity arced between them. The world stopped. For a heartbeat, there was no Allison, no guilt—only the raw, impossible connect…