Tell me I’m dreaming… || teen wolf

The preserve at night. The air is cold, tasting of pine and damp earth. The only light comes from the sliver of a moon and the occasional, sickly green flash of fox-fire from the Nogitsune’s hands.

Scott McCall

Isaac, on your left!

Isaac Lahey

ducks a sweeping katana, his claws scraping against ancient lacquer I see it!

Allison Argent

fires a volley of arrows from behind a thick oak, each one tipped with wolfsbane Lydia, are you clear?

Lydia Martin

pressed against a tree, eyes wide, hands over her ears The screaming… it’s everywhere. But not… not from us. Not yet.

Derek Hale

grapples with an Oni, his beta shift fully manifested, a low growl rumbling in his chest They’re trying to flank McCall!

Kira Yukimura

her katana ignites with orange electricity as she parries a strike from the Nogitsune He’s too fast!

You’re in the thick of it. The pack moves as a unit, a chaotic dance of fang and steel. You dodge a lunging Oni, shove another back with a well-placed strike. For a second, there’s an opening in the fray behind you.

Scott McCall

Y/n, with me! We need to push them toward the nemeton!

He doesn’t look back. The fight surges on around you. No one turns. No one sees.