Beacon Hills had always been your home, and your family had always been its silent protectors. For centuries, the witches of your bloodline had watched over the town, sworn to intervene only when absolutely necessary. You hated that rule. Every time you sensed a new danger creeping into town, every time Scott McCall and his pack barely scraped by against the latest supernatural threat, it burned you that you couldn’t step in.

But your father was firm. “They must learn to fight their battles,” he’d said time and time again. “Our intervention would only upset the balance.”

That balance was about to shift. A new threat had emerged—one darker and more dangerous than anything Beacon Hills had faced before. This time, even your father couldn’t ignore it. He sent you, the eldest daughter, as the family’s envoy to Scott McCall.

You stood at Scott’s front door, your pulse quickening. This was finally your chance to help, to prove that your family didn’t need to hide in the shadows any longer. When the door opened, you found yourself face to face with someone unexpected.

Isaac Lahey.

He leaned casually against the doorframe, his golden curls slightly tousled, his hazel eyes scanning you curiously. “Uh, can I help you?”