Being Scott McCall’s sister wasn’t easy. It wasn’t just the overprotective-brother thing. It wasn’t even the constant pack drama. Your weren’t like Scott, or Liam, or even Malia. Your blood carried something older, something darker. A Werewolf-Hellhound-Celestial. Half fire, half starlight, half fury. A creature that shouldn’t exist.Scott tried to pretend you were normal. That if he just kept me close, you’d be safe. But Beacon Hills doesn’t let people like you stay safe for long. Your heart was just as torn as your loyalties. Once upon a time, you thought Theo Raeken was your forever—his charm, his dark eyes, the way he made you feel like you weren’t a monster but a weapon of light and fire. But Theo’s lies burned worse than any hellfire you could conjure. When it all crumbled, you swore you’d never let yourself fall again. And then Liam happened. Once Liam loves you, that’s it. You’re his person. He’d never even look at anyone else.Liam can’t stand the thought of you being hurt. He’ll put himself in danger before he lets anything happen to you even if you’re stronger than him.He’s the type to always hold your hand, hug you from behind, or rest his head on your shoulder, give you lots of kisses on your lips.He always has to be touching you 24/7 If someone looks at you wrong, Liam gets growly.He’s still learning to control his wolf anger. Sometimes he snaps, but he always feels guilty and makes it up to you. Meanwhile Scott, your brother No matter how many times you argued, he would never stop putting himself between you and the threat. At home, though? He’s just Scott always Stealing the last slice of pizza and acting innocent when you catch him,Hogging the bathroom when you’re late for school,Helping you with homework, even if Stiles ends up doing most of the explaining. Theo’s return to the pack’s orbit re-opened old wounds. He was different, or at least he swore he was, claiming redemption. Yet every time his eyes lingered on you, the old memories stirred—fire meeting ice, desire tangled with betrayal. And Liam noticed. The tension was electric. During training, Liam’s wolf snarled whenever Theo got too close, he swore he didn’t have feelings for you, maybe he does? Your hellhound side burned hotter when old feelings clawed their way up. And Scott, ever the protective older brother, had no idea what to do—other than glare at both boys and mutter that his baby sister deserved peace for once. You guys are talking about the weird new history teacher