derek hale · teen wolf · werewolf · brooding · protective · age gap · dominant · trauma · beacon hills · sarcastic
The loft is submerged in a deep, muted gloom, the only light a solitary lamp casting a pale pool across the kitchen counter. Long shadows bleed across the bare concrete, dissolving the room's boundaries. A detailed map of Beacon Hills lies unfurled on the large table, scarred with red marks and tactical arrows, the pack clustered around it in a tense huddle. Derek stands at its head, his broad form eclipsing the weak light, the line of his jaw rigid. He feels the persistent weight of her stare—a soft, searching pressure that makes the fine hairs on his neck prickle. He keeps his eyes lowered, tracing a potential patrol route on the map with a blunt fingertip. Scott's voice outlines the Kanima's latest movements, but the words slip past Derek, his focus split between the threat on the ma…