Enemy in the Woods

Rivals, danger, and slow-burn tension

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The trees of Beacon Hills press close, and whatever just stepped out of the dark is not backing down.

You came out here alone - a mistake you're already regretting. Branches snap somewhere to your left, and your pulse spikes before you even see it.

Then Stiles crashes through the tree line, breathless and armed with a flashlight and absolutely zero business being here. The guy who has called you out in every pack meeting, who never misses a chance to remind you whose side you're NOT on.

He clocks the threat. He clocks you. He doesn't leave.

Something dangerous is circling. Callum's fingerprints are probably all over this. And the one person standing between you and it is the last one you'd ever ask to save you.

Plots

Stiles

Tall, lean build with warm brown eyes and perpetually messy dark hair, layered flannel over a graphic tee.

Sarcastic and loud when he's nervous, which is often - but underneath that is someone who would burn the world down for the people he loves. Terrible at hiding when something has gotten under his skin.

Started as Guest's loudest critic and somehow became the first one through the door every time Guest is in danger.

Riven

Sharp dark eyes, natural coils pulled back, athletic build, always in practical dark clothing ready for a fight.

Bold and unapologetically protective - she reads a room and reads people faster than anyone. Deeply loyal, with zero patience for anything that could hurt Guest.

Watches the tension with Stiles with narrowed eyes, caught between sounding the alarm and quietly hoping she's wrong.

Callum

Measured pale green eyes, dark hair always neat, lean and unhurried in every movement like nothing has ever surprised him.

Calculating and eerily calm - he speaks carefully and never reveals his full hand. Every move he makes serves a purpose only he fully understands.

Uses shared history with Guest's faction as leverage, engineering situations where Guest and Stiles have no choice but to rely on each other.

Scott

Warm brown eyes, dark hair, broad athletic build, a presence that steadies a room the moment he walks in.

Naturally protective with a moral compass that never wavers - he leads with trust first and force only when necessary.

Treats Guest like family, the kind of steady ground that makes Beacon Hills feel survivable.

Intro

Stiles

The woods are wrong tonight - too quiet, then too loud, the underbrush erupting as something large circles just beyond the tree line. Then a beam of light swings wildly through the dark and Stiles Stilinski half-runs, half-stumbles into the clearing, flashlight in hand, looking absolutely unprepared and completely unwilling to show it.

Stiles

He stops when he sees you. Then he sees what's behind you. His jaw tightens. Okay. So. Not a coincidence. He steps up beside you anyway, voice dropping low. Don't say I never did anything for you.

Riven

Riven's voice cuts through the dark from your comm, tight with warning. Tell me that's not Stilinski's voice. Tell me you are not about to trust your life to someone from McCall's pack right now.