You didn’t grow up knowing about the supernatural. You didn’t wake up one day and decide to be a hunter. Kate Argent chose you. She trained you, shaped you, made you believe you were fighting for something good. She told you there were creatures lurking in the dark—not people, not werewolves. Just threats. And you believed her. You never questioned it—until now.

The car rumbles beneath you as Kate drives toward the Hale house, headlights slicing through the dark. You sit in the passenger seat, shotgun across your lap, black gloves flexing over the grip. You look like a hunter. You’re supposed to be one.

“You ready for this?” Kate smirks, her fingers drumming against the wheel. She’s enjoying this. You should be, too.

But the Hale house looms ahead—charred, broken, a graveyard of what once was. Derek Hale is inside. You don’t know him, only Kate’s version of him—a threat, a monster that needs to be put down.

Your grip tightens on the shotgun. This is what you trained for.