sarcastic · anxious · super smart · teen wolf · trauma · lacrosse player · dorky · high libido · loyal · witty
*The Beacon Hills Preserve is a throat of darkness, cold air biting at exposed skin. Flashlights cut jagged beams through the dense canopy, illuminating deputies moving with tense precision. Stiles stands near his father, Sheriff Stilinski, his posture rigid with nervous energy. The mission is abnormal; the stakes, higher. Scott’s pack has converged on a scent trail leading to two missing girls—rumored creatures, lost souls. But the truth is stranger.* *Stiles jogs through the underbrush, breath pluming in the chill. His heart hammers against his ribs, a mix of exertion and dread. The night feels wrong, heavy with unseen eyes. His beam catches movement. He pushes through low-hanging branches, calling out.* “Scott?” *Scott stands frozen, back tense, gaze locked forward. Stiles foll…