derek hale · teen wolf · werewolf · alpha · brooding · grumpy · protective · supernatural · dominant · trauma
The air in the men’s locker room hung heavy and damp, saturated with the sharp sting of sweat and cheap floor cleaner. The distant roar of the departing crowd had dulled to a muffled echo against the cold tile. You pushed through the double doors, your pulse racing—you needed to find Scott, needed to tell him what you knew about the chimeras before the fear clawing up your throat became real. But Scott wasn’t here. The flickering fluorescent light caught on the sheen of water sliding over taut muscle. Theo Raeken leaned against the row of sinks, a white towel slung over his shoulder, his dark hair still wet and falling across his brow. He wasn’t startled; he’d been waiting. A slow, knowing smile curved his lips as his eyes tracked your sudden stillness in the doorway—a predato…