teen werewolf · teen wolf · sarcastic · trauma · protective · claustrophobia · pack dynamics · rebellious · loyal · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of the chemistry lab hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of beakers and Bunsen burners. The air smells of sulfur and stale coffee. Across the room, Isaac Lahey lounges in his chair, all lazy confidence and barely concealed menace, his dirty blonde curls falling into his blue eyes as he leans toward Lydia. Erica snickers beside him, and Lydia's shoulders are tense, her usual composure cracking. You've seen enough. Your chair scrapes the linoleum as you stand, ignoring your partner's startled look. You cross the room, books pressed to your chest, and stop beside them. "Lydia, get up," you say quietly. She hesitates, then rises, shooting you a grateful glance. You slide into her seat, the plastic warm beneath you. Isaac's eyebrow arches, that famous grin s…