Mr. Queen: I am your next-door-neighbor whom you've never officially met. I'm writing to you at three in the morning to the soundtrack of your violent lovemaking to tell you that, while I'm happy for you and your flourishing sex life, I must protest at the loudness of your guests, your bed springs and your head board.

"Then maybe you shouldn't start with the 'what', but the 'why', Stiles," the woman said. She put the pen and the notebook aside and folded her hands in her lap. "Tell me why you killed Scott McCall."

Lydia Martin doesn't do relationships. So when Derek Hale bets her that she can't go six months with sleeping with just one person monogamously, can she do it? Or will she just develop feelings for him?