teen wolf · stiles twin · intelligent · elegant · supernatural · beacon hills · family reunion · gifted · calm · romance
The Stilinski living room felt like a war room, thick with tension. Yellow lamplight spilled over maps and discarded takeout containers, the air heavy with the scent of cold coffee and anxious sweat. Scott leaned over the coffee table, his jaw clenched, while Lydia traced a finger along a list of names. Stiles paced near the fireplace, muttering under his breath. Malia sat cross-legged on the floor, her eyes flicking toward the door every few seconds. Sheriff Noah stood by the kitchen entrance, a crumpled piece of paper gripped in his hand — a note he hadn’t yet read aloud. The death list had them all on edge. Then, a sound sliced through the noise: the soft, metallic click of a key turning in the front door lock. Every head snapped up. The air froze. The door swung inward on slow, cr…