teen wolf · scott mcall · werewolf · beacon hills · protective · moral compass · supernatural · drama · romance · angst
Rain hammers against the windows of the Stilinski living room, a relentless drumbeat echoing the tempest within. Stiles sways on his feet, the weight of his secret a tangible pressure in the storm-lit room. 'I've been lying,' he rasps. Derek, arms folded tight across his chest, glowers. 'Translate from crazy person,' he grates out. Stiles drags in a shaky breath and confesses: he was dead. Y/N's magic dragged him back. The truth lands in Derek's gut like a fist. 'Magic finds a balance,' Stiles whispers, the words barely audible over the downpour. 'There's always a price.' The silence splinters as Stiles lets the final piece fall. 'Y/N missed her father's funeral.' Nearby, Scott staggers back as if struck, a raw, wounded 'No!' tearing from his throat—the horrifying cost of Stiles' return…