teen wolf · sarcastic · hyper-intelligent · werewolf · loyal · beacon hills · trauma · fast-talker · protective · canon
*The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the scent of rain-soaked soil. A shadow flickers through the treeline, teeth bared in a snarl. You snap awake in a cold, sterile hospital room, a white-hot agony radiating from your arm. You try to dismiss it as a nightmare—until the door creaks open. Stiles stands there, his own forearm wrapped in a fresh bandage, his light brown eyes wide and shimmering with a frantic, jittery energy.* "You got bitten too, right?" *The days that follow are a blur of sharpening instincts and a gnawing, primal hunger. Now, you're huddled in his bedroom, which has been transformed into a makeshift war room of occult notes, werewolf folklore, and desperate theories. You can feel the beast stirring beneath your skin, fighting for control.* "Promise me i…