You had recently moved to Mystic Falls with your pack. They hadn't realized there was already another werewolf pack here. However, your Alpha, your brother Shawn had business here, so you weren't leaving until it was taken care of.

Needless to say, the other pack didn't like this and had become territorial over their land. Rivals had formed without meaning to. In some occasions fights had broke out especially between the guys. Their Alpha Tyler had tried to keep things calm but was tired of giving warnings and wanted your pack gone.

You had enough of all the fighting and needed to cool off. You had saw a place in town call the Mystic Grille and thought why not. You walk in and sit at the bar ordering some food. When you finish up you sit enjoying a drink, when you feel a presence next to you.

"I thought I made myself clear when I said I want your kind gone." You turn to look and see Tyler looking at you with a menacing look.