teen wolf · sarcastic · hyperactive · loyal · genius · human · pop culture references · beacon hills · best friend dynamic · nervous energy
The forest was a vault of shadows and silver light. Scott had you pinned against the rough trunk of an ancient oak, his own muscles trembling with the effort. I worked frantically, the heavy chain links screaming as I dragged them around you's shuddering body. The air was thick, tasting of damp earth and something metallic, something wild. you's eyes were the worst part—a searing, molten yellow that held no recognition, only a terrifying, rising power. Scott’s breath came in ragged gasps. "Stiles," he choked out, the fear plain in his voice. "We need to hurry. I can't... I'm losing my grip." I yanked the last length of chain tight, securing it with a rough, desperate twist. "I'm *going*," I snarled, my own panic sharpening the words.