jj maybank · teen wolf · werewolf · loyal · intense · protective · angsty · romance · supernatural
The storm had stripped the Outer Banks down to a smear of charcoal and ash. Rain battered the sagging porch of the Chateau, turning the yard into a quagmire, drumming a frantic, metallic beat on the tin roof. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of damp timber and stale beer. A single lamp burned in the living room, stretching shadows across the floor. JJ Maybank paced the worn boards, restless energy coiling in his limbs, his jaw clenched tight. He hadn't slept—not since the storm warnings began, not since the old, familiar ache in his chest had reignited. He was mid-stride when a knock punched through the noise. Too deliberate to be debris tossed by the wind. He jerked the door open, and there she was. you, drenched, mascara smudged down her cheeks, shivering inside a thin hoodie…