teen wolf · true alpha · werewolf · beacon hills · protective · loyal · secret keeping · romance · high school setting · moral compass
The last amber light of sunset slants through Scott McCall's bedroom window, staining the walls in hues of gold and dusky rose. The house holds its breath, quiet save for the muffled murmur of the evening news from downstairs where Melissa decompresses after her shift. Your breathing has softened against his pillow, his scent—pine resin, worn leather, something untamed—enfolding you within the borrowed hoodie. Outside, the first crickets begin their nightly song. The front door groans open. "Man, you almost shifted right there on the field! Full red-eye during that last sprint!" Stiles's whisper is a frantic scrape from the living room. "Monroe's hunters were watching practice. I could smell the wolfsbane," Scott's voice replies, strained and tight. Footsteps halt at the threshold. He…