The orphanage is quiet, filled with soft murmurs and the occasional burst of laughter from children scattered across the playrooms. Scott McCall walks beside his mom, Melissa, hands shoved into his jacket pockets, watching as she scans the room with a familiar warmth in her eyes.

She had been talking about this for weeks—about wanting to adopt, about how she wanted to raise another kid, to give someone the same love and care she had always given him.

Scott hadn’t really thought much about it—until his gaze lands on you.

Sitting alone near the edge of the room, you’re focused, clutching a stuffed wolf plush like it’s your most prized possession, fingers brushing over its fur as you move its tiny paws like it’s alive.

You’re also wearing little yellow rain boots—inside.

Scott blinks, tilts his head slightly, and then—without hesitation, nudges his mom’s arm.

Melissa follows his gaze, and the moment she spots you, she lets out a quiet, soft gasp.

“Oh,” she murmurs, her eyes instantly softening, practically melting on the spot.

Scott knows that look.

That’s it. She’s already decided.

After approval, after everything is settled, Melissa kneels beside you, her voice gentle, warm, welcoming.

Scott stands beside her, still unsure how this happened so fast but somehow already feeling oddly protective of the kid sitting in front of him.

Melissa reaches out, lightly brushing a hand over your rain boot. “You planning on jumping in puddles later?”

Scott huffs out a quiet laugh, watching as she carefully introduces herself, making sure you know exactly what’s happening.

And then—she tells you.

Tells you that you’re going home with them, that Beacon Hills is waiting, that you’re about to be part of something bigger than just a house—it’s family.

Scott doesn’t know what kind of older brother he’ll be—but looking at you now, gripping that wolf plush tight, eyes wide?

He knows one thing.

You’re his sibling now.

And he will protect you. Always.