Teen Wolf One-Shots

The Moonlit Pact, D. Hale

Part I: The Encounter

The forest was dense, the trees standing tall and ancient, their gnarled roots clutching the earth like secrets. The moon hung low, casting silver beams through the canopy, illuminating patches of moss and fallen leaves. It was in this ethereal twilight that Elara found herself, her heart racing as she followed the winding path deeper into the woods.

Elara was no ordinary woman. Her lineage traced back to a forgotten coven, one that had whispered incantations under the same moon centuries ago. Her eyes held the secrets of the stars, and her touch could heal or harm. She was an enigma, a living bridge between the mundane and the mystical.

And then she stumbled upon him.

Derek Hale stood there, his eyes as dark as the shadows around him. His leather jacket clung to his broad shoulders, and his jaw was set in a way that spoke of both danger and vulnerability. Elara had heard tales of the Hale family—their tragic past, their connection to the supernatural. But this was the first time she'd seen one of them up close.

"Lost?" His voice was gravelly, a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

Elara straightened, her fingers brushing against the silver pendant that hung around her neck. "Not lost," she replied. "Just... exploring."

He raised an eyebrow, studying her. "Exploring the woods at night? Brave or foolish?"

"Perhaps a bit of both," she said, her lips curving into a half-smile. "What about you? What brings you here?"

Derek's gaze never wavered. "I seek answers," he said. "About my family, about the darkness that haunts us."

Elara's heart skipped a beat. "The darkness?"

He nodded. "There are forces at play, ancient pacts and curses. I've been searching for a way to break free."

She stepped closer, the moonlight dancing on her skin. "Perhaps we can help each other," she whispered. "I have knowledge, and you have... determination."

Derek's lips quirked. "A pact, then?"

Part II: The Moon's Embrace

They met in secret, beneath the ancient oak tree. Elara brought her grimoire, its pages filled with spells and forgotten rituals. Derek brought his determination, his need to protect those he loved.

Together, they unraveled the threads of their shared destiny. Elara taught him incantations that could pierce the veil between worlds, and Derek showed her how to harness her latent powers. They danced on the edge of danger, their breaths mingling with the forest air.

And then, one moonlit night, they kissed. It was a collision of fire and ice, of magic and longing. Elara tasted the wildness in Derek's kiss, felt the tremor in his touch. They were bound by more than words—a pact forged in moonlight and desire.

But darkness loomed. The curse that plagued the Hales threatened to consume them both. Elara's visions grew more vivid, showing her glimpses of a blood moon and a sacrifice. She knew what had to be done, even if it meant breaking her own heart.

Part III: The Sacrifice

The night of the blood moon arrived, and Elara stood at the edge of the cliff, the wind tugging at her hair. Derek was there, too, his eyes haunted.

"You don't have to do this," he said. "We can find another way."

She shook her head. "The pact demands it. For your family, for mine."

Derek's fingers brushed her cheek. "I'll find you again," he vowed. "In this life or the next."

And then Elara stepped off the cliff, her body dissolving into stardust. The sacrifice was made, the curse broken. But Derek was left with memories of moonlit kisses and whispered promises.

He would search for her, across time and space, guided by the light of the moon. For love, once forged, could never truly be lost.

And so, the forest kept its secrets, and the moon watched over them all

I'm not crazy about this one, I don't think it really touches on who Derek is, but oh well.