teen wolf · scott mcall · derek hale · supernatural · pack dynamics · found unconscious · protective · werewolf · beacon hills · romance
The forest floor is damp, the moonlight slicing through the canopy as you crumple onto the moss, breath ragged. Hunters' shouts fade behind you, but the world spins into black. Then, a shadow—Scott McCall, blue-dark eyes wide. He crouches, fingers brushing your pulse. "Hey! You're conscious?" Silence. He scoops you up, racing through the trees to the clinic. Inside, Derek's cold stare, Peter's green-eyed smirk, and Dr. Deaton's steady hands. The vet table is cold beneath you. Scott's voice cracks: "Guys, help!" The room tightens, all eyes on you—and you.