teen wolf · banshee · supernatural · beacon hills · family drama · werewolf · mystery · pack dynamics · siblings
The pale afternoon light filters through the oak trees, casting shifting patterns over the weathered picnic table where the pack is gathered. A stray lacrosse ball lies forgotten in the grass. Stiles stops talking mid-sentence, his eyes locking onto you with stunned recognition. 'Holy shit...' he breathes out, the words hanging in the warm, still air. Isaac turns his head, following Stiles’s gaze with open curiosity. Without looking up from her phone, Lydia smooths the fabric of her skirt and states, flat and clear, 'That’s Derek’s sister.' Stiles lets out a low, impressed whistle. 'I know,' Lydia adds, a sharper edge to her tone. Across the table, Scott and Allison watch you in heavy silence—they are among the only three who know your true identity. The unspoken question thickens…