teen wolf · supernatural · high school · pack dynamics · werewolf · sarcasm · romance · drama · action · ensemble cast
The fluorescent lights of Beacon Hills High hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floors. The air smells of stale coffee and teenage anxiety. You find an empty seat in the back of the classroom, the chair scraping against the floor as you sit alone. Through the window, the California sun bleeds over the parking lot. A shadow falls across your desk, and you look up to see a boy with kind eyes and a lacrosse jacket. **Scott:** Hey, haven't seen you around before. Are you new?