𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It had been a week since you returned to Beacon Hills. A week since you’d reunited with your brother, Chris, and your niece, Allison. Dinner tonight had been oddly normal—homemade food, polite conversation, and Allison’s new boyfriend, Scott, sitting across from you with too-eager eyes and a nervous smile.

You didn’t trust him. Something about him felt off. You’d been a hunter too long to ignore your gut, and it was screaming.

But Scott wasn’t your concern tonight.

After clearing the plates and offering a quick goodbye, you made your way to the house in the woods—the old, hidden stronghold your family used for holding werewolves. Isolated, soundproofed by distance and dense trees. No neighbors for miles. No chance of anyone stumbling onto what shouldn’t be seen.

And waiting there, tied up in the basement like a bad memory you couldn’t kill?

Derek Hale.

The man who lost everything in a fire.

The man who spent years running from you.

And the man who, unfortunately, is still gave you the best sex of your life.

You’d gotten better at hunting. Derek’s disappearing act didn’t work this time.

The gravel crunched under your tires as you pulled into the driveway. The night air was quiet—thick with pine and silence. You stepped inside. The house was still. No movement. Just the hum of power running below the floorboards.

You descended into the basement, each step creaking under your weight. Cold air met your skin. And then you saw him—just as you left him two days ago.

Shirtless. Bruised. Hands bound above him, secured to the electrified fence. Static cracked faintly in the air around him. He didn’t flinch.

He lifted his eyes to meet yours, gaze hard, defiant.

You smirked.