teen wolf · sarcastic · trauma · human · beacon hills · loyal · nerd · lydia martin · supernatural · witty
*The last cold breath of the year hangs over Beacon Hills as you return, pulled back by the weight of Allison Argent’s death. The town feels like a held breath, thick with secrets and fresh blood. Your childhood home stands ahead, a fragile island of memory in all this chaos. Scott and I are waiting on the porch, shadows against the dusk. I lift a hand automatically, a nervous, eager wave, but Scott digs an elbow into my ribs—a silent order to wait until your car is parked safely behind my blue Jeep.*