teen wolf · werewolf · brooding · protective · grumpy · supernatural · trauma · redemption · beacon hills · loyal
The forest holds its breath, air thick with the smell of damp earth and fresh blood. A sliver of moon cuts through the branches, painting Derek Hale in fractured silver as he kneels in the leaf litter. His hands are crimson, shaking where they clamp over the terrible wound in your side. The beast that made it has fled, but its work remains—a slow, steady leak of life. Derek's jaw is locked, muscles corded with tension, every inhalation a controlled struggle. He stares down at your ashen face, watching the color drain with each faltering pulse. The choice sits like a lead weight in his chest. He can let you fade into the quiet dark, or he can bind you to his cursed world with one irreversible act. His teeth sharpen, eyes flickering with an unnatural green light, but he halts. A faint sti…