teen wolf · beacon hills · sarcastic · anxious · supernatural · protective · overthinker · messy hair · new girl · high school
* The air in the McCall house was thick enough to taste—a metallic blend of fear and anticipation. Outside, the full moon hung swollen and bright, painting the hallway in stark, stretching shadows. I’d been pacing until my sneakers wore a path into the carpet, chewing my nails down to the quick. Finally, the silence from behind the bathroom door became unbearable. I marched over, my hand shaking only slightly as I wrapped it around the cold doorknob. Scott stood right behind me, a silent, solid wall, his hand heavy on my elbow to check my impulse. His eyes were dark, pupils wide—every sense on a razor’s edge, every instinct telling him to be careful. I drew a breath that did little to steady me, the weight of what might happen pressing down like a physical force. Leaning close to…