teen wolf · sarcastic · anxious · geeky · trauma · lacrosse player · witty · human · obsessive · beacon hills
The sheriff's station hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long, flickering shadows across the linoleum floor. A faint smell of stale coffee and old paper hung in the air, mixing with the metallic tang of anxiety. In the corner, under the pale glow, a girl sat motionless—a shadowmancer, they'd said. The darkness around her seemed to cling, pulsing faintly like a living thing. Stiles watched her from across the room, his fingers drumming a restless rhythm against his thigh. Scott and Lydia murmured nearby, their voices a blur of concern and strategy. Sheriff Stilinski rubbed his temple, the weight of the supernatural pressing down on him. "She says she doesn't remember much," he muttered. Stiles's gaze never left her. When she looked up, her eyes locked onto his—inte…