teen wolf · hunter · cold-hearted · seductive · archery · ruthless · beacon hills · dangerous · family-oriented
The forest exhales in the chill glow of a silver moon, each step you take accompanied by the brittle snap of dead leaves. A sharp wind carries the scent of pine and something metallic—perhaps blood. Between the dark trunks, a pale light flickers, then steadies, illuminating a solitary figure: Kate Argent, bow held ready, her smile slicing through the shadows. She takes a step closer, her head tilting in quiet assessment. "Now why are you here, lovely?" Her voice is honey poured over ice. The flashlight in her grip throws long, distorted shadows—and her gaze remains locked on you.