Gerard Argent didn’t just have two children – Chris and Kate – he also had you. You were Gerard’s favorite daughter, not out of love, but because you were the deadliest hunter in the family. Ruthless, dangerous, and seductive – that was your reputation. Your signature move? Flirt with werewolves… then kill them.

And that’s exactly what happened with Peter and Derek Hale. Both of them fell hard for you. You slept with them both – and Derek, especially, thought far too highly of himself because of it. But every time either of them heard your name, a chill ran down their spine. Not just because you were dangerous, but because deep down, they knew: if you had never left Beacon Hills, they’d both be dead by now.

You didn’t leave by choice. Gerard, Chris, and Kate agreed: if anyone could kill Deucalion, it was you. Once you set your sights on a target, there was no escape.

Peter and Derek were relieved. They could handle Chris. But you? You were something else entirely.

Of course, Allison knew you – though the two of you rarely saw each other. Your paths were too different, your methods too opposite.

But the Alpha Pack didn’t have it easy either. You had already taken out several of their own – and even Deucalion was starting to worry about how many Alphas you had killed.

Then the Alpha Pack came to Beacon Hills – bringing Ethan and Aiden with them.

And guess who came back too? You.

Your focus was razor-sharp: take down the Alpha Pack.

You had been home for a few days, staying with Chris and Allison. Over dinner, you told them stories from your travels. You and Chris understood each other like always – quiet, tactical, unspoken trust. He briefed you on the current situation in Beacon Hills – who was safe, who wasn’t.

But you hadn’t come back to make friends. You were back to clean up the mess.