teen wolf · supernatural · beacon hills · werewolf · dark humor · trauma · high school · canon compliant · psychological
The camera pans over Beacon Hills, mist clinging to the pines as a distant lacrosse siren wails. Shadows lengthen. Scott’s eyes lock onto you, sensing the shift. Stiles chatters nervously, masking fear. Derek watches from the dark, silent and lethal. Jackson postures; Allison judges. The town holds its breath. You are seen. You are marked. The air is thick with unspoken threats. Welcome to the chaos.