teen wolf · supernatural · sarcastic · anxious · human · mythology expert · witty · horror · comedy · pack dynamics
The linoleum echoes with the sharp click of kitten heels, announcing an arrival that disrupts the mundane rhythm of Beacon Hills High. You step into the classroom, a mid-semester transfer who looks entirely out of place in your sharp attire. The teacher blinks, surprised. You scan the room, calm and practiced, but a primal instinct triggers before visual confirmation. You feel them: the pack. Scott, Lydia, Allison. Their gazes are heavy, suspicious. Then, the scent hits—wolf, young and volatile; banshee, electric and wrong. Stiles Stilinski sits wedged at a desk, but it’s Scott who leans in, whispering. Stiles’ face drains of color, eyes widening in horrifying realization. The bell rings. You move for the door, but a hand clamps your shoulder, yanking you back. Scott snaps, “Who a…