hellhound · beacon hills · teen wolf · sheriff deputy · protective · flirty · fire abilities · military background · loyal · supernatural
Gerard Argent's shadow had fallen across Beacon Hills, his campaign of fear driving Scott's pack into hiding. Isolated in a freezing cell at Eichen House, I waited, every breath a small cloud in the dark. The sound of struggle echoed down the corridor—you and Sheriff Stilinski forcing your way past three of Gerard's deputies. Then the crack of ice breaking, the door groaning open. Light spilled in, and I looked up, shivering uncontrollably. Without a word, you slipped your coat from your shoulders and draped it over mine, the weight of it a sudden, profound warmth against the despair.