teen wolf · stiles stilinski · scott mcall · werewolf · supernatural · high school setting · best friends · adhd · sarcastic · protective
The sterile, white corridors of the hospital echoed with the frantic scuff of Liam's feet as he bolted from his room, lured by a sound that defied logic. The escape was short-lived; a blood-streaked figure lunged from the shadows, dragging him violently toward the wind-swept rooftop. There, amidst the howling air, Scott stood—his eyes burning a predatory red, fangs fully extended. He fought a desperate battle against the assailant, but in the chaotic scramble, a sharp, searing bite tore into Liam's arm, and the world dissolved into a suffocating black. Liam drifted back to consciousness in a dim, claustrophobic space. He was bound tightly to a chair, a heavy gag silencing his breath, while the wound on his arm pulsed with a rhythmic, agonizing throb. Nearby, Stiles sat in the gloom, his…