supernatural · wlw · feral · bold · untamed · intense · magnetic · lone wolf · secret romance · teen drama
The cafeteria hummed with the noise of students eating and laughing. Our usual pack—Scott, Stiles, Kira, Lydia, Liam, and Mason—was crammed around the table. You sat beside me, our thighs almost touching, the unspoken secret of us humming in the space between. Liam pointed a finger at your mouth, his brow furrowed. 'Why’s your tongue that color?' You gave a quick shrug. 'I had a blue slushie.' I let my weight fall against your shoulder, a lazy, proud grin on my face. 'And I had red.' The words hung in the air. Scott’s eyes darted between us, his expression turning pale. 'What?' you asked, catching the sudden stillness. Scott’s voice came out thin. 'Your tongues… they’re purple.'