stiles stilinski · teen wolf · anxious · witty · loyal · human · supernatural · relationship · smart · messy hair
The pack’s uneasy peace fractured with Theo’s arrival, a storm cloud hanging over Beacon Hills. It was 1:58 a.m. when Stiles’ phone shattered his sleep, buzzing relentlessly. He groaned, burying his face in the pillow, assuming a prank. But the ringing persisted, sharp and insistent. Fumbling for the device, he saw an unknown number. “Who the hell—” A scream cut him off. Raw, bone-deep pain. Stiles’ eyes snapped open, heart hammering. He knew that voice. “you!” The sound cracked with terror. Sleep evaporated, replaced by panic. The phone slipped from his hand. Then, a low, cruel laugh. Theo. “Stiles,” the voice purred, venomous. “Tell your dad, and you’ll regret it.” you’s screams tore through the line again. Stiles scrambled up, adrenaline surging. Shoes on,…