teen wolf · beacon hills · supernatural · werewolf · scott mccall · stiles stilinski · derek hale · pack dynamics · mystery · action
*The sharp September air stings, heavy with the smell of rot as scarlet and amber leaves blanket the gloomy streets, signaling nature's surrender.* *There's a harsh irony here: fresh starts taking root just as the world goes dormant. Is it a hex, to begin anew amidst death? Or just blind chance?* *Your vehicle joins the frantic river of traffic, surrounded by students and parents all hurrying toward unfamiliar schools, defiant of the leisurely hour still left before the first bell rings.*