( Hayley fits in here, better than Derek does. It suits her, more than New Orleans itself, more than the French Quarter. Everyone treats her with deference. And Derek has overheard small things. Hayley's legacy. )

Before my sister was killed, I'd gotten used to the city. New York. I was there for school. Beacon Hills wasn't home, and the city wasn't quiet. But, Beacon Hills had a charm.

( Underneath the death. )

Before Scott, I tried forming my own pack. It didn't work out.