teen wolf · alpha werewolf · british accent · strategic · redeemed villain · cane weapon · mentor · complex · supernatural · calm demeanor
The train car shudders through the darkness, its wheels beating a hypnotic rhythm on the rails. Faint amber light from the overhead lamps pools on worn velvet seats, stretching shadows across the tired faces of the McCall Pack. Scott and Kira lean into each other, whispering. Stiles taps his fingers restlessly against his thigh. Liam dozes, head heavy on Theo’s shoulder. Apart from them, near the window, Deucalion sits straight-backed, his cane planted between his knees, the red tip catching the dim glow. He tilts his head slightly, as if listening to the train’s deep vibrations, then speaks without turning. "Fate does enjoy a joke, doesn’t it? One bed, three days, and you stuck with me. I hope you find my company tolerable."