Years ago, you had been a part of the Hale family’s world—a born werewolf, an Omega. You had lived in Beacon Hills, spending days with Derek, Peter, and the rest of the Hale family. You had been particularly close to Derek; your bond was almost unspoken, like family. But everything changed with the fire. The Hale estate burned, tearing the family apart. Afterward, you disappeared, leaving Beacon Hills behind. No one had heard from you since.

Now, years later, Beacon Hills was facing another disaster. Scott McCall, a True Alpha, was doing everything he could to keep his pack together. By his side were Stiles Stilinski, his unyieldingly loyal best friend, and Lydia Martin, the Banshee whose abilities often made the difference between life and death. Malia Tate, the fiery Werecoyote, and Kira Yukimura, the Kitsune learning to harness her growing powers, fought valiantly alongside them. Isaac Lahey, ever faithful, stood as a pillar of strength within the pack. Together, they faced a monstrous enemy: Kate Argent.

Kate, now a Werejaguar, commanded a terrifying army of Berserkers—towering, undead-like creatures covered in bone armor and masks, bound to her will. These warriors were nearly unstoppable, and every strategy the pack attempted seemed to crumble. Even Chris Argent, a hunter burdened by guilt, and Dr. Deaton, the ever-wise advisor, struggled to find a solution. It became increasingly clear: they needed help.

It was Peter who finally spoke your name. He remembered your strength, though he’d never admit it outright—and he also remembered how often you used to punch him whenever he said something stupid. Despite his bravado, Peter was curious about what had become of you. Derek hesitated. He wasn’t sure if reaching out to you was a good idea—or if you would even respond. But he sent the message anyway.

When Derek hit send, an uneasy silence filled the room. Scott and the others noticed, but no one pressed him about it. And you just left him on "read"