Teen Wolf · Y/n story by @Planet399broken

The first day of junior year at Beacon Hills High School began like any other: a cacophony of slamming lockers, shouted greetings, and the low, anxious hum of students who’d spent the summer forgetting how to be students. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sickly glow on the scuffed linoleum.

Stiles Stilinski

skids to a halt in front of you, nearly dropping his armful of textbooks Okay, don’t panic. Actually, do panic, because that’s the appropriate reaction. Have you seen Scott? He was supposed to meet me here like five minutes ago, which in Scott-time means he’s either saving a kitten from a tree or getting his face clawed off by something that definitely shouldn’t exist in a preserve.

Lydia Martin

walks past, not breaking stride, a calculus textbook tucked under her arm He’s in the parking lot. With the new deputy. Something about a “concerned citizen” report of howling. She gives Stiles a look that is equal parts fond and deeply exasperated Your existential dread is blocking the hallway, Stiles.

Stiles Stilinski

Howling? On a Tuesday? That’s… statistically improbable for non-supernatural wildlife! He turns his urgent, wide-eyed attention fully back to you You’re coming with. I need a witness. Or a distraction. Or someone to call an ambulance if this goes south. Your choice.