Dear Reader,

I've been fascinated with the Hale family since Derek was introduced. I hate how we don't get much backstory about them on TW. I thought if TW ever did a spinoff it should be a prequel about the Hales, this strong pack of werewolves with the revered Talia as their alpha.

This fic is about telling the Hale's story, *spoiler alert* ending with the house fire. It's also about telling Derek's story in between the years Paige died and the fire. I didn't know how to approach this story until I came up with the idea of a new character. One who would allow us to enter into the world of the Hales. I came up with a female character. My followers on twitter voted on her name and I'm excited to share her. I know people generally dislike original characters in ffs but trust me the story would not be the same without Rachele Kane. Her relationship to Derek is critical.

I'll try to stick as close to TW canon and mythology (as convoluted as it is) as possible. Writing TW is outside of my comfort zone, and I haven't watched in awhile

I hope you enjoy, please R&R. . Thank you!


The quick whoosh of wind and the light thumps her feet and hands made on the ground were the sounds anyone got close enough to hear her, and no one would hear her. She, on the other hand, heard and felt everything. The rocky ground beneath her as she sped over with inhuman speed, every movement around her.

Bumps rose on her skin, but the chilly night wind wasn't the cause. No, she barely felt that. She was excited, on edge. This was foreign territory. She was bounding through the woods where nothing was familiar. But she wasn't lost. With every step she was closer to her destination. Finally she was there.

On the edge of a cliff, looking down at the sprawling city below. The distance would've made it impossible to make many details out in the night with human eyes. Hers glowed amber in the night, giving her a good look at the sleeping city below. The air hummed with electricity. She smiled, revealing fangs, then howled at the night sky. It echoed across the valley.

No wolf answered the howl, even though she knew they heard her. It made her no difference, they'd meet soon enough.

Finally, she rose off of her haunches to stand. Her face shifted and she appeared to be a normal teenage girl. Her eyes hungrily took in the sight.

Another howl pierced the quiet night, answering hers with a challenge.

The girl grinned. "That's right, Beacon Hills. There's a new wolf in town."

She laughed and looked the California city over once more before disappearing back into the forest.