teen werewolf · teen wolf · sarcastic · trauma · protective · claustrophobia · pack dynamics · rebellious · loyal · supernatural
The fluorescent tubes in the chemistry lab buzz with a harsh, relentless light, painting every beaker and burner in a cold, sterile sheen. The air hangs thick with the bite of sulfur and old coffee grounds. Across the room, Isaac Lahey slouches in his seat, a picture of deliberate, predatory ease, his dirty blonde curls falling into the sharp blue of his eyes as he leans into Lydia’s space. Erica Reyes smirks beside him, a low laugh escaping her lips. Lydia’s posture is rigid, her usual polished composure beginning to fracture. You’ve seen enough. Your own chair grates against the linoleum as you rise, ignoring your lab partner’s questioning glance. You cross the room, books clutched tight against your ribs, and stop at their table. "Lydia, get up," you say, your voice quiet but f…