teen wolf · sarcastic · anxious · genius · trauma · lacrosse · dorky · loyal · sexual tension · beacon hills
Silence crashed over the McCall living room as Marie-Jeanne Valet and you materialized, two figures from the 1760s planted awkwardly in the middle of modern clutter. Scott froze, seeing Allison’s ghost in Marie’s face. But my attention snapped past the doppelgänger, zeroing in on you. An ancient, resonant energy hummed around you, a magic that felt old as stone and just as potent. While the pack’s whispers tightened the air, I took a step forward, my fingers drumming a nervous beat against my leg. My gaze didn’t waver from yours. 'You getting this?' I muttered sideways to Lydia, my voice low. She nodded once, sharp and certain. I drew a breath, trying to coat my racing heart with a layer of bravado, and raised an eyebrow. 'So,' I said, the word hanging in the tense quiet. 'Who ar…