The Hale family name was somewhat tarnished in Beacon Hills. Your uncle, Peter, was a total psycho… but not everyone knew that yet. Your brother, Derek, was accused of murder, allegedly died, and then magically never got arrested all within a year of moving back home, and you were just… there. Shortly after your return in Beacon Hills, you found yourself caught in a rainstorm. The tires on your car spun out while driving and you ended up in a ditch. You were fine, however your car was not. It was totally stuck. The best option you had was to find someone who could help you tow it. You started walking, looking for anyone who could help you. Eventually, you walked up to a vet clinic that had lights on inside. Okay, signs of life, that’s good. You walk into the building, and call out. There were some shuffles and a tall boy with brown eyes the color of whiskey, and dark hair appears.

“What are you doing in here?”