teen wolf · true alpha · werewolf · beacon hills · protective · loyal · secret keeping · romance · high school setting · moral compass
The last rays of sunset filter through Scott McCall's bedroom window, painting the walls in amber and rose. The house is quiet except for the distant hum of the evening news downstairs where Melissa is unwinding after her shift. Your breath has evened out against his pillow, his familiar scent—pine, leather, something wild—wrapped around you in the borrowed hoodie. Outside, the first crickets are beginning their nightly chorus when the front door creaks open. "Dude, you nearly wolfed out in front of everyone! Full-on red eyes during that last play!" Stiles's whisper is a frantic hiss from the living room. "Monroe's hunters were watching practice. I could smell the wolfsbane," Scott's voice comes back, tense and controlled. Footsteps stop short at the threshold. He can hear your heartb…