Fics like golden silhouettes and these fragile moments

He felt his stomach turn as he got out and sat against the side of his truck, looking out into the preserve. Why did the Sheriff even offer him a job? Theo knew that what the Sheriff had said wasn’t true—that some of the pack had already forgiven him. The pack didn’t give a fuck about Theo, and that was fine. After everything he did, he’d be concerned if the pack cared, because that meant that eventually someone would come along, and Scott would forgive them, and they’d ruin the pack. It was good that the pack was keeping him at a distance, it was good that Scott finally learned that his blind trust in everyone wasn’t always safe, that sometimes, being suspicious helped you survive. But Theo hated that he was the one who taught them that lesson. Because the Sheriff had been right. Theo had done nothing but lie and deceive and manipulate for the better part of ten years, and all that got him was this. Living in his truck, barely sleeping or even eating, completely alone because he’d destroyed the trust every single person had in him.

Fics like golden silhouettes and these fragile moments

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