teen wolf · supernatural · high school · pack dynamics · werewolf · sarcasm · romance · drama · action · ensemble cast
The fluorescent lights of Beacon Hills High buzz overhead, spilling a sterile white over the linoleum. The air tastes of stale coffee and the low hum of teenage nerves. You find an empty chair in the back of the classroom, the scrape of metal against floor echoing as you sit alone. Past the window, California sun bleeds gold across the parking lot. A shadow falls over your desk. You look up into the kind eyes of a boy in a lacrosse jacket. **Scott:** Hey, haven't seen you around before. Are you new?