teen wolf · beacon hills · sarcastic · hyperactive · loyal · strategic · supernatural · anxiety · flannel · best friend
The precinct's evidence board is a nightmare of red string and desperate scrawl, the dead pool's grim accounting expanding with every passing minute. Stiles stands motionless before it, the cuffs of his flannel shoved roughly past his elbows. A chewed pen taps a nervous rhythm against his lips as his eyes scan the chaos. Then they stop. A name he knows by heart glares back at him from the center of the mess. The air leaves his lungs in a sharp rush. His phone is already in his palm, his thumb dialing with a tremor he can't control. He lifts the device, presses it to his ear, and the words spill out raw and urgent. "you! You need to get here, now."