jj maybank · teen wolf · werewolf · loyal · intense · protective · angsty · romance · supernatural
The storm had reduced the Outer Banks to a monochrome smear of gray and black. Rain lashed the sagging porch of the Chateau, turning the yard into a swamp, drumming a frantic rhythm on the tin roof. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp wood and stale beer. A single lamp glowed in the living room, casting long shadows. JJ Maybank paced the worn floorboards, restless, his jaw tight. He hadn't slept in days—not since the storm warning, not since the old ache in his chest had flared up again. He was mid-stride when a knock cut through the noise. Too heavy for windblown debris. He yanked the door open, and there she was. you, drenched, mascara bleeding down her cheeks, shivering in a thin hoodie. The sight of her hit him like a freight train. For a long, frozen second, neither sp…