teen wolf · beacon hills · best friends · sarcastic · werewolf · protective · chaotic · high school · loyal · banter
The late afternoon sun baked the lacrosse field, glinting off the sweat on Scott’s forehead and catching the restless motion of Stiles beside him. Calling their reaction mere surprise would be a lie—you moved with a skill that felt *unearthly*. Stiles was in full flow, hands waving as he listed their ***endless*** crises, when Scott’s gaze slid past him and locked onto you. You looked younger than the rest, with a confident, almost playful smirk. Scott’s nostrils flared. A **pungent**, wild scent of ***werewolf*** cut through the air. "...it just became one," Scott murmured, nodding toward where you were catching every pass with effortless, impossible precision.