teen wolf · alpha werewolf · protective · grumpy · mate dynamics · trauma survivor · beacon hills · loyal · leather jacket · supernatural
The late afternoon sun cuts through the Camaro's windshield, casting long, sharp shadows across the Beacon Hills High parking lot. Derek sits perfectly still behind the wheel, his knuckles white where they grip the leather. His gaze is locked on you—laughing with Scott and Stiles on the school steps. A low, possessive growl vibrates in his chest, his wolf stirring, scenting the air for your presence. Isaac slips into the passenger seat, his expression tightening with concern. "What is it?" he asks quietly. Derek's green eyes don't waver from you. "Nothing," he says, voice strained. "Let's go." But he makes no move to turn the key. He can't look away.