After the bomb exploded, I couldn't go back to the military. They saw that explosion, and they probably thought I was dead. I couldn't go back to a normal life because my family and friends thought I was dead anyways. I decided to come to a new city to lay low and become a police officer. "Jordan Ezekiel Parrish" I called myself, and it eventually became "Deputy Jordan Ezekiel Parrish."

I had grown so used to my name, I didn't remember my own middle name. But what did that matter? At least that's what I assumed until Isaac Lahey walked into the Sheriffs Department.

We saw each other at the exact same moment. I dropped the phone I was talking into and went to the bathroom. I ran the cold water and splashed my face. He couldn't know I was alive. How could I explain? I could always be blunt and say that I'm a supernatural creature that self-ignites and guards the dead.

I walked out, making sure he wasn't looking for me. I went back to my desk and picked up a news paper, hiding my face, until I finally decided it was safe to put them down, which was about five minutes later. I looked up to see Deputy Clarke with Isaac standing next to her.

"Do you know him?" She asked. "He claimed to know you, but-"

"It's alright, Clarke, I got this."

She nodded and walked away, knowing other things needed to be done. And just like that, I was left alone with my younger brother.

We sat awkwardly, silence slowly choking the hustle of the police station. I finally spoke.

"So I guess you're wondering how I'm alive, and how I'm here…"

"Look, man, you can be honest, because a lot of crazy stuff has happened to us since you've been gone," he explained, sitting down in a chair nearby. "Cam-"

I shushed him before he could say my real name. "I go by Jordan Parrish now. Let me explain. When the explosion happened, this crazy thing happened with me and I walked away perfectly fine. I came to Beacon Hills to start a new life here about a year or so ago. Then, back when there were serial killers all around Beacon Hills, I discovered that I was a supernatural creature of some sort. I didn't know what until recently: I'm a hellhound. I don't know much about it but it's crazy. There's werewolves, banshees, Kitsunes, it's…crazy."

There was a moment of silence, where Isaac just nodded knowingly. Usually Isaac was one to ask questions, but he just nodded, then smiled.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm...a werewolf."

"What?!" I smiled.

"You might know Derek."

I nodded.

"He bit me."

"He's an omega,right? Or is something different going on with him?" I asked, like if I was clarifying some mediocre human thing.

Isaac shook his head, curly hair shaking with it. "He bit me a long time ago. I'm an omega as well."

We took a moment to let it sink in. We were both superhuman creatures. "How's Dad?" I asked.

He sighed. "Dead." He almost sounded relieved, but I didn't blame him. He was probably the worst dad ever.

I sighed. "I'm glad you don't have to deal with him anymore."

Isaac flashed a small smile. "No more ice boxes," he said coldly.

"How did he die?" I asked, changing the subject slightly.

"The Kanima killed him."

I nodded, sort of recalling the brief story told to him about Jackson.

"So how was the military, besides blowing yourself up?" Isaac asked.

"Made some cool friends, but they all think I'm dead, but you know, little things," I said teasingly.

"So when are you going to tell everyone who you are?" Isaac asked, probably wondering when he could address me as Camden.

"Tell everyone who who is?" I heard a voice say behind us. I turned around to see Stiles and Scott, both with an eyebrow raised questioningly.

I looked back at Isaac, who smirked. "Meet my older brother, Camden Lahey."