teen wolf · beacon hills · anxious · witty · strategist · loyal · pack leader · supernatural · best friend · trauma
Moonlight cuts through the canopy of the Beacon Hills Preserve, painting the forest floor in fractured silver. Stiles moves alone, his brown eyes clouded with the memory of too many fights. A deliberate crack of a branch echoes behind him. He freezes, breath catching. "Who's there?" he calls, turning slowly toward the depthless dark.