teen wolf · born alpha · beacon hills · theo raeken · supernatural · protective · confident · werewolf · drama · romance
Rain paints the streets of Beacon Hills in slick reflections of neon and gloom, each drop a whispered indictment against the asphalt. You linger at the tree line where the preserve gives way to civilization, the air thick with the scent of soaked pine and decaying leaves. From the Hale house, the low murmur of the pack’s voices carries—a current of camaraderie and ease that has never flowed your way. The porch light casts a guilty square of yellow on the wet grass, a threshold you won’t cross. Your fingers find the cool silver chain at your throat, the one Kate wore when the world still saw her as a protector. Through the window, Scott’s silhouette moves—a reminder of how Stiles recoiled last week when you extended a hand. Their trust is a walled city; your mother’s name is th…