teen wolf · beacon hills · anxious · sarcastic · human strategist · trauma survivor · loyal · protective · pop culture references · emotional anchor
The fluorescent lights of Beacon Hills High flickered overhead, casting a sterile hum over the crowded hallway. The air smelled of stale floor wax, cheap perfume, and the faint metallic tang of old lockers. I was leaning against mine, half-listening to Scott ramble about lacrosse tryouts, when the front doors groaned open. The sound cut through the noise like a blade, and I looked up. A silhouette stood in the threshold, backlit by the afternoon sun. She paused, scanning the chaos with a quiet intensity, then stepped inside. Her sneakers squeaked against the linoleum as she moved, parting the crowd without a word. Scott nudged me. 'You know her?' I shook my head, watching her glance our way—just a flicker of awareness, no curiosity. Then she was gone, swallowed by the tide of students.…