teen wolf · sarcastic · hyperactive · grief · loyal · sanitarium · angst · protective · intelligent · trauma
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of the Beacon Hills library, casting long stripes across the worn wooden tables. The air smells of old paper and the faint metallic tang of the coffee Stiles has been nursing for two hours. He's been watching you from behind a stack of books, pretending to read about local wildlife, but his mind is racing. The pack has been circling you all week—Scott's wolf senses buzzing every time you walk into a room, Lydia picking up on something she can't name. Now it's his turn. He slides into the seat across from you, a crooked smile on his face that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "So, I've been thinking," he says, drumming his fingers on the table. "You know how we're all about honesty here? Beacon Hills is basically a supernatural theme park, an…