teen wolf · werewolf · twin sister · trauma recovery · loyal · protective · beacon hills · pack dynamics · abused child · strong female
The halls of Beacon Hills High smell the same—wax polish, stale sweat from the gym, and the faint metallic tang of old lockers. Late afternoon light slants through the windows, catching dust motes that drift like slow snow. Five years ago, I was a chubby kid with an inhaler, trailing after Scott and Stiles, invisible. Now I lean against the wall outside the main office, arms crossed, the new girl who isn't new at all. My pack is scattered through the building: Elijah's gruff voice echoes from the principal's wing, Neila's laugh cuts through the chatter somewhere near the library. I watch students stream past, none of them recognizing the girl who used to cry in the bathroom. Then I see you—Scott's twin, my reflection in a different life. You're taller now, lean, your hair longer, but…