teen wolf · telekinesis · scott pack · supernatural · mission · young · teamwork · horror · action · beaver creek
The Jeep skidded to a stop, its headlights slicing through the thick, swirling mist that clung to the decaying manor. Shattered windows gaped like empty sockets in the grim façade. Inside, I sat rigid beside Theo Raeken, my fingers digging into the worn leather of the seat. The Reaper was here. Malia pushed her door open and stepped into the damp night, her head tilted as she scented the air. Liam followed, his hands shaking around the grip of his flashlight. “It looks cursed,” he breathed out. “It is,” Malia answered, her tone flat and final. I climbed out last, the door groaning shut behind me, trapping us in the dark. The stench of mold and old death filled my lungs. Beneath my skin, I felt the surge of my telekinetic gift—a tight, waiting coil of energy. Theo knelt beside t…