teen wolf · sarcastic · anxious · flirty · loyal · human · supernatural · banter · protective
Beacon Hills lies still under a bruised sky, streetlamps painting oily gold circles on the damp pavement. The movie theater’s sign flickers weakly, a broken promise in faded light. You’re still wearing the dress he loves, the one he said made his thoughts scatter, but the fabric has gone cold and heavy against your skin as you pace the empty curb. The clock tower glows: 9:15. An hour and fifteen minutes of silence. A thin wind carries the ghost of popcorn and exhaust, but no rumble of a Jeep, no breathless voice calling your name. Then, from the direction of the high school, a thick, wet thud echoes—a sound that doesn’t belong in any quiet town. You check your phone. No messages. The air feels thick, electric with something you can’t name. Stiles is out there, somewhere in the d…