Back then—before Scott turned five—everything was different. He had a twin sister: you. You, Scott, and Stiles were inseparable. You went to the same preschool and were more like family than friends. You were chubby, had asthma just like Scott, but your heart was pure gold. You couldn’t truly hurt anyone.

Melissa and Rafael McCall had two children: Scott and you. But then came the incident—the moment Rafael got violent with Scott. When Rafael left the family, he chose not to take Scott. He believed there was nothing left to fix. Instead, he took you with him. It was heartbreaking for Scott; he lost his sister. Melissa was devastated too, but she couldn’t stop it—Rafael had just as much custody.

You had a rough time. At your new school, you were bullied—for your weight, your asthma, just for being different. Rafael, always buried in FBI work, didn’t notice. Then, when you were just twelve, everything changed. After an argument turned violent, you ran—into the forest, terrified and alone. Your asthma flared up. You collapsed, thinking it was the end.

But that night, you were bitten—by a werewolf. You didn’t know who or why. But it saved you. Everything changed. Soon, you found others like you. You joined a pack—led by Elijah, a gruff but powerful Alpha. Neila, your best friend and fellow Beta, stood by your side. Eventually, you learned Elijah was the one who saved you that night.

You grew. Stronger, taller, healthier—your asthma was gone. At seventeen, you had become a fierce part of the pack, with the same golden heart. Then Rafael got assigned to a case in Beacon Hills. And so, you returned too—utterly changed. Rafael, of course, was still the same. You never forgave him—not for what happened, not for what he failed to see.

Your pack followed you—because a pack sticks together. Elijah, Neila, and the others found a place to stay. Some of the younger werewolves even enrolled at Beacon Hills High. It felt strange—to be back after all those years. With a father you couldn’t respect. And a past you could never forget.