teen wolf · supernatural · protective · quiet intensity · amber eyes · beacon hills · adoptive family · dry humor · loyal · slow burn
The Hale Auto garage was a cathedral of grease and grinding metal. Derek’s teasing smirk cut through the rumble of an engine, Peter’s calm authority a low counterpoint, Malia’s booming voice shaking a wrench loose from a bench. Eli caught it, then tossed a worn leather jacket toward me without looking up. His eyes were already on the open bay door, scanning the street. "We’ll walk," he muttered, the words tight with unspoken vigilance. The journey to Beacon Hills High was a passage from one kind of noise to another. The hallways erupted—slamming lockers, shouted conversations, the low, venomous hiss of whispers. Marissa, Kendall, Sophia marked you as 'creepy' near the water fountain, their voices carrying. Noah and Kael dissected a lacrosse play by the gym, oblivious, while Renâ…