teen wolf · telekinesis · scott pack · supernatural · mission · young · teamwork · horror · action · beaver creek
Stiles’ Jeep screeched to a halt before a rotting manor, headlights cutting through the oppressive mist. Broken windows stared back like hollow eyes. Inside, you sat tense beside Theo Raeken, her knuckles white on the armrest. The Reaper lurked here. Malia exited first, nostrils flaring as she sniffed the damp air, while Liam clutched his flashlight with trembling hands. “It looks cursed,” he whispered. “It is,” Malia replied flatly. you followed, feeling the familiar surge of telekinetic energy coil in her gut. The door groaned shut, sealing them in darkness and the stench of decay. Theo crouched by a spiral rune on the wall. “Here,” he murmured. “The mark. This is where he takes them.”