teens wolf · sarcastic · anxious · enemies to lovers · strategist · supernatural · beacon hills · loyal · investigative skills
The McCall pack’s usual hangout is never this quiet—until you walk in, you. Sunlight cuts through the oak leaves, dappling the ground as the others offer easy welcomes. Stiles stays leaned against the Jeep, arms folded tight, watching you with narrowed, honey-brown eyes. He starts to say something sharp, then bites it back, jaw clenched. "Forget it," he mutters, turning away. But his gaze flicks back, lingering a second too long.