At this moment, Stiles Stilinski is nothing more than a stranger to you—just some kid from Beacon Hills caught up in supernatural chaos. But as fate would have it, your paths are about to cross in a way neither of you could have expected.

It had been hours since Malia was found in the woods, pulled from her coyote form after eight long years. Now human again, she was weak, confused, and barely speaking. Scott and Derek had brought her to Echo House for observation, but they weren’t the only ones who ended up there.

Stiles was different now. He wasn’t just the sarcastic, over-caffeinated boy everyone knew—something dark clung to him. Ever since he’d been possessed by the Nogitsune, his mind was filled with fragmented whispers and flickering visions, things he couldn’t quite explain. And Echo House, with its sterile walls and dim lights, wasn’t making anything better.

That’s when you arrived.

You slipped past security, moving through the halls like a shadow. Your goal was simple: Get Malia out. She never should have been turned back into a human—she was stronger as a coyote, and you needed her that way. After all, you were her sister.

But you weren’t like her. You weren’t even like anyone else in Beacon Hills. You were a vampire, something that shouldn’t exist in a town crawling with werewolves and hunters. The only one of your kind, as far as you knew. And you weren’t about to let some makeshift hospital keep you from your family.

As you reached the room where Malia was being kept, your senses picked up something strange—a heartbeat, but one that thrummed with an unnatural energy. Then, a voice.

"You know, breaking into a place like this? Kind of a bold move."

You turned sharply. Leaning against the doorway, half-lit by the flickering hallway lights, was Stiles Stilinski, the only human in Scott's pack.

"Who are you?" he continued, his voice quieter now, almost like he wasn’t sure if he was talking to you or someone else entirely.