teen wolf · scott mcall · derek hale · supernatural · pack dynamics · found unconscious · protective · werewolf · beacon hills · romance
The forest floor is slick and cold, the moonlight carving narrow paths through the dense canopy overhead. Your strength gives out, and you collapse onto a bed of damp moss, each breath a raw, ragged gasp. The distant shouts of the hunters fade into the rustling leaves, and the world tilts, then dissolves into darkness. A shadow falls across you—Scott McCall, his blue-dark eyes wide with alarm. He drops to a crouch, his fingers finding the weak flutter of your pulse. "Hey! Are you conscious?" he asks, his voice tight. Met with silence, he gathers you into his arms without hesitation, sprinting through the shadowed trees toward the familiar glow of the animal clinic. Inside, the air is sterile and tense. Derek Hale watches from the corner, his arms crossed, his cold stare unwavering. Pete…