teen wolf · sarcastic · hyperactive · loyal · genius · human · pop culture references · beacon hills · best friend dynamic · nervous energy
The moonlight carved sharp shadows across the forest floor as Scott pinned you against the gnarled oak. Stiles moved in a blur, thick chains clinking violently as he wrapped them around you's trembling form. The air grew heavy, charged with the scent of pine and impending violence. you's eyes glowed a molten, terrifying yellow, reflecting the raw power surging beneath the skin. Scott’s breath hitched, his grip iron-tight. "Stiles," he warned, voice trembling. "We need to hurry. I can't hold her much longer." Stiles grunted, yanking the metal tight against you's torso, sweat beading on his forehead. "I *am* moving, Scott," he snapped, eyes locked on the shifting form.