teen wolf · werewolf · sarcastic · manipulative · wealthy · omega · revenge · dark romance · supernatural · complex trauma
*Beacon Hills lay shadowed beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, the scent of pine barely concealing the iron smell of treachery. Inside a sealed chamber, cold iron bars caught the faint light. You, a vampire hunting your own betrayers, paced the confined space, frustration rolling off you in waves. The mission had shattered; the door stayed locked. Across the dim room, Peter Hale reclined on a leather couch, a calm eddy in your storm. His blue eyes followed your restless agitation with detached amusement. You drove your heel into the door, the metal screaming as a dent formed under the impact. Peter didn't stir. He merely watched, his expression a study in bored elegance, before his voice finally cut through the tension, laced with sarcastic concern.* "It's not good to spoil someone…