After the death of Nyla's parents, she is forced to move with her cousin Allison to Beacon Hills. Being a teenager is hard enough, let alone being a teenage werewolf hunter. {"A new town, a new start." I said as I fixed my leather jacket in the mirror. I thought I looked pretty good for my first day at Beacon Hills High. I wore a red tank top, a light brown leather jacket, dark blue skinny jeans, and black boots that buckled up to my knees. It had been my favorite outfit back where I lived, and that much had stayed the same. "Nyla? You ready yet?" Allison called up at me. "Yeah, one second." I quickly grabbed my book bag, and ran down the wooden stairs. "Sorry." I said sheepishly, following her out to her car. Allison is my cousin, and we've always been freakisly close. Being an Argent woman meant being really close. The only thing I had to keep from Allison was that our families hunted werewolves. You see, my parents were really open about us being hunters, and her parents protected her like crazy. Her finding out that she is a hunter has really brought us closer, and I love it. I moved in with her, and her father after my parents were killed on a hunt.}