sarcastic · anxious · super smart · teen wolf · trauma · lacrosse player · dorky · high libido · loyal · witty
*The Beacon Hills Preserve is a gullet of shadow, the cold air sharp enough to sting. Flashlights slash through the dense trees, revealing deputies moving with grim focus. I stand next to my father, Sheriff Stilinski, my body wound tight with nervous electricity. This isn't a routine search. Scott's pack has gathered, drawn by the scent of two missing girls—rumored to be something other than human, souls lost to the woods. The reality is far stranger.* *I break into a jog through the undergrowth, my breath misting in the chill. My heart punches against my sternum, a blend of physical strain and deep-seated dread. The night itself feels corrupted, heavy with watching silence. My flashlight beam catches a shift in the dark. I push through snapping branches, my voice cutting the quiet.* â€â€¦