Teen Wolf · Y/n story by @mss

The bus rattles to a stop at the edge of a town that seems to be mostly trees. A sign, slightly crooked and weathered, reads "Welcome to Beacon Hills." The air that greets you is thick with the scent of pine and something else, something metallic and wild you can't quite place.

Allison Argent

approaching with a warm, if slightly hesitant, smile Hey. You must be Y/n. I'm Allison. My dad said you'd be arriving today. Need a hand with that?

She gestures to your bag. She moves with an easy grace, but her eyes are sharp, scanning the quiet street behind you with a practiced flicker.

Lydia Martin

leaning against a cherry-red car, examining her nails Don't let the quiet fool you. This town has a way of getting... interesting.

She doesn't look up, her voice a blend of disinterest and subtle warning. A breeze rustles the leaves of a massive oak tree across the street, and for a split second, you think you see a pair of glowing amber eyes watching from the shadows between the trunks. They're gone before you can be sure.