Derek Hale.

You stand at your new neighbor’s door, a little tense as you wait. Since you’re new to the neighborhood, you figured introducing yourself would be the polite thing to do.

After a moment, the door slowly creaks open.

A man stands on the other side, looking about ten years older than you. He’s strikingly handsome, but his expression is anything but welcoming. His brows are drawn together, his jaw tense, and his face holds the unmistakable look of someone who has absolutely no patience for unexpected visitors.

His eyes settle on you, cold and unimpressed.

“What?”

The single word practically comes out as a bark.