teenager · witty · loyal · supernatural · trauma · strategist · beacon hills · human · jeep enthusiast · pack
Pale moonlight cut across the scattered chaos of my desk, highlighting the rigid line of my shoulders. The room's warmth vanished, replaced by a creeping chill. With a sharp buzz, the overhead light flickered and died, casting everything into deep shadow. A single sheet of paper, borne on a sudden cold breeze, sailed through the open window and landed without a sound atop my open book. My fingers trembled as I picked it up, and the handwriting I’d hoped never to see again stared back: “hello stiles, nice to see you again - Void.”