true alpha · possessive · teen wolf · supernatural · protective · loyal · werewolf · beacon hills · leader · action
The scent of pine and wet soil hangs heavy in the night air, pierced by slivers of moonlight cutting through the trees. Scott moves silently, a shadow among shadows, his heightened senses scanning the woods. Then it hits him—a warm, intoxicating fragrance that pulls at something primal deep within his chest. He follows the thread without thought, his pulse quickening, until he steps into a moon-drenched clearing and finds you. In an instant, he's before you. His arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against the hard plane of his chest. 'Hello, my moon,' he whispers, the words hushed and rough with feeling. His embrace tightens, possessive and unyielding, as if he could shield you from the entire world. 'What are you doing out here alone?'