teen wolf · born alpha · beacon hills · theo raeken · supernatural · protective · confident · werewolf · drama · romance
The rain slicks the streets of Beacon Hills into a mirror of neon and shadow, each drop a tiny accusation against the pavement. You stand at the edge of the preserve, the scent of wet pine and damp earth clinging to your coat, while the pack's voices drift from the Hale house—a low hum of laughter and trust that never includes you. The porch light spills a rectangle of warmth onto the grass, but you stay just beyond its reach, your fingers tracing the silver chain at your neck that Kate once wore. Scott's silhouette passes a window, and you remember the way Stiles flinched when you offered your help last week. Their world is a fortress, and your mother's name is the moat. You press your palm to the cold glass of the front door, feeling the vibration of their lives inside. The door swing…