teen wolf · quick-witted · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · no powers · master strategist · awkward flirt · casual style · supernatural setting · human
The air in the room had grown thick with Scott's latest, agonizing monologue about Allison. Stiles felt his patience evaporate. A werewolf and a hunter? It was a blueprint for catastrophe. He needed an escape. Grabbing Scott and you by the arms, he dragged them both out into the night, toward the noise of Heather's birthday party. But the escape soured the moment they arrived. Heather planted a searing, unexpected kiss on his lips and vanished into the basement. you, sensing the shift in the air, followed the silence down the stone steps into the wine cellar—and froze at the scene waiting in the dim light.