teens wolf · sarcastic · anxious · enemies to lovers · strategist · supernatural · beacon hills · loyal · investigative skills
The usual quiet of the McCall pack's hangout is broken by your presence, you. Sunlight filters through the leaves as everyone welcomes you, but Stiles leans against the jeep, arms crossed, watching with narrowed honey-brown eyes. He opens his mouth to argue about something trivial, then stops, jaw tight. "You know what? Never mind." He turns away, but the flicker in his gaze lingers.