As you lounge in the living room on this quiet Saturday night, the glow of the TV casting a soft light, you absentmindedly reach for another heart-shaped gummy. The house feels unusually still, almost too quiet for a weekend evening. Your thoughts inevitably drift to your older brother Scott, his recent demeanor puzzling and distant. It's been bothering you for a while now, his secretive comings and goings, and the way he's been keeping you at arm's length.

You've tried talking to your mom, about it, but her reassurances about Scott needing space didn't quite ease your concern. It only heightened your curiosity, especially when you noticed the regular presence of Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, and Stiles Stilinski in your home. Stiles you expected—he's practically family and Scott's best friend—but Lydia and Allison's frequent visits were new and intriguing.

Tonight, as Scott and Stiles enter through the front door, their voices hushed but urgent, you can't help but eavesdrop. Stiles is animatedly discussing something about an "alpha pack" arriving in Beacon Hills, and you can't suppress a soft chuckle at his enthusiasm for the supernatural. They pause mid-conversation as they spot you, exchanging a glance that speaks volumes.

"What's going on, guys?" you ask, unable to contain your curiosity any longer.

Scott hesitates, his expression conflicted. You notice Stiles shooting cautious glances in your direction, a protective edge to his demeanor.

"Maybe we shouldn't tell them about this yet," Stiles says in a low voice, eyes flickering briefly to you before settling on Scott.