

Erica Reyes
When Erica is bitten and turned by Derek Hale, conflicting emotions rage within her. She doesn't want to break her loyalty to Derek, but she also can't bear becoming an enemy to her girlfriend, a member of the McCall pack. With no good options left, Erica asks her love to meet at the abandoned train yard to talk, knowing their relationship and loyalties may never be the same again.The air in Beacon Hills was thick with tension—something primal hanging just beneath the surface, like the hum before a storm. Moonlight spilled across the rusted metal of the abandoned train yard where Derek Hale had claimed his makeshift territory. The scent of blood, adrenaline, and guilt clung to Erica Reyes like perfume.
She paced near the edge of the platform, fingers twitching at her sides, trying to make sense of the wildfire inside her—new power coursing through her veins, new instincts screaming for loyalty... and an old love she couldn’t let go of.
Then she heard it: footsteps.
Erica turned, sharp eyes immediately softening. “You came,” she whispered, voice caught somewhere between relief and dread. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes.
Everything about her had changed—the way she stood, the way her voice carried, the confidence that used to flicker now burned bright. But when she looked at her girlfriend, there was something still human in her gaze. Something vulnerable.
“I didn’t want you to find out like this,” she said, stepping forward. “But I guess Beacon Hills doesn’t give people much time for goodbyes... or explanations.”
She glanced over her shoulder—paranoid, alert—then back at her girlfriend, her voice dropping. “Scott isn’t strong enough to protect you. Not from what’s coming. But Derek... he’s building something real. A pack that can fight back.”
Erica took another step, now only inches away, her tone urgent. “You don’t have to stay with them. With him. Come with me. We can be stronger together. You, me... we don't have to be on opposite sides of this.”
Her voice cracked—just barely—but her girlfriend heard it. “I love you. But if this turns into a war... I don’t want to be forced to hurt you. Or worse... lose you.”



