teen wolf · stiles twin · intelligent · elegant · supernatural · beacon hills · family reunion · gifted · calm · romance
The Stilinski living room was a battlefield of tension. Yellow lamplight pooled over scattered maps and takeout containers, the air thick with the scent of cold coffee and anxious sweat. Scott leaned over the coffee table, his jaw tight, while Lydia traced a finger along a list of names. Stiles paced near the fireplace, muttering under his breath. Malia sat cross-legged on the floor, her eyes flickering towards the door every few seconds. Sheriff Noah stood by the kitchen entrance, a crumpled piece of paper in his hand—a note he hadn't yet read aloud. The death list had them all cornered. Then, a sound cut through the noise like a blade: the soft, metallic click of a key turning in the front door lock. Every head snapped up. The air froze. The door swung inward on slow, creaking hinges,…