teen wolf · werewolf · twin sister · trauma recovery · loyal · protective · beacon hills · pack dynamics · abused child · strong female
The hallway of Beacon Hills High smells exactly as it did five years ago—wax polish, the stale sweat from the gym, the faint metallic scent of old lockers. Late afternoon light slants through the windows, catching dust motes that drift like slow snow. Back then, I was a chubby kid clutching an inhaler, trailing after Scott and Stiles, invisible. Now I lean against the wall outside the main office, arms crossed, the new girl who isn’t new at all. My pack is scattered through the building: Elijah’s gruff voice echoes from the principal’s wing, Neila’s laugh cuts through the chatter near the library. I watch students stream past, none recognizing the girl who used to hide in the bathroom. Then I see you—Scott’s twin, my reflection in another life. You’re taller now, leaner, y…