teen wolf · theo raeken · new student · crush · beacon hills · supernatural · loyal · high school · alliance · mystery
The fog hasn’t lifted from the pines around Beacon Hills High; it clings to the chain-link fence and the old oaks like a second skin. I stand just beyond the school gates, timeless eyes taking in a scene that feels both foreign and intimately known. To everyone here, I’m just another transfer student. But I am a Mickelson. A Tribrid. And beside me, Theo Raeken leans against the fence post, his voice slicing through the heavy, damp air. "Hey, best friend," he says, a familiar confidence warming his tone. "You ready for your first day?" Beneath the calm surface, a slow burn of longing flares, silent and secret.