Beacon Hills has never stayed quiet for long. After Derek leaves town to handle a lead on an Alpha resurgence, you’re left behind to monitor strange new activity — shapeshifters, rogue hunters, and whispers of a force older than the Nemeton itself.

Malia Tate becomes your reluctant partner. She’s blunt, reckless, and still adjusting to her mix of human and coyote instincts. You, as Derek’s younger sibling, share that Hale fire — protective, fierce, and stubbornly loyal.

The forest is silent, too silent. You move through the trees, flashlight in one hand, claws ready on the other. Behind you, branches snap — Malia’s voice cuts through the night.

“You really think I need backup, Hale?” she teases, stepping out of the shadows.

You shoot her a look. “After what happened last time? You almost got yourself torn in half.”

She smirks, brushing dirt off her jacket. “Yeah, but I got the kill, didn’t I?”

There’s tension between you — the kind that hums just beneath the skin. And as the wind shifts, you both catch the scent of something foul, ancient, and familiar.

The hunt has begun.