Human ▹ Stiles Stilinski [2] [SU]

9 ▹ Party at Lydia's

Taryn laid her head against Stiles' thighs, her eyes focused hazily on the ceiling of the Martins lakehouse. Her fingers rubbed circles into her temples as Stiles ran his fingers through her hair calmingly. Her legs were draped over Malia's legs, and the werecoyote was being careful about touching her in case the full moon suddenly took over her body and she hurt her. Though, Malia's dark eyes continued to bore into the human girl, ignoring the toes of a shoe digging into her ribs as Taryn tried to get her to stop staring.

"You should have stayed home." Malia finally said, adding another noise to the rattling of chains from Scott who dragged them into the house from Stiles' jeep.

Taryn peeked back at Malia and shook her head, dropping her fingers from her temples. "I'm fine, I promise. It's you and Liam I'm more concerned about." Malia's lips puckered in a pout and Taryn smirked, again tapping her in the side with her shoe. "Try and focus on yourself, I have a good feeling tonight is the night you'll take charge."

Headlights passed over the front window and Scott peeked out of the curtains, before turning back and meeting gazes with everyone. "They're here."

Taryn sighed, throwing her legs off of Malia and pushing herself up off the couch and off Stiles. She blinked as the world turned, steadying it, and with a dramatic sigh, she pushed her hair away from her face and bounced to her feet. "Let the chaos begin!"

"Taryn..." Scott shook his head. "Please."

"Sorry, was I being too honest?" Taryn shrugged, smiling at the Alpha. "Let the tea party begin!"

"Okay, that's enough out of you." Stiles arms wrapped around the brunette girl's shoulders, directing her and Malia towards the main room, where the front door would be in direct contact with them. "Just--Okay, just let us do the talking."

Taryn hummed, unbothered as she stood in between Stiles and Scott, her eyes moving to the front door that Kira and Liam would be walking through at any moment. After their failed attempt at speaking with Liam at school, and with Liam making a point to avoid her and Scott and Stiles, they decided to use Kira's Kitsune beauty to lure Liam to a 'party', which was really just an intervention with the baby werewolf and a way to lock him up during tonight's full moon. Essentially, if he didn't believe them when they explained every supernatural thing, they were kidnapping him... again.

She already knew though. Taryn knew they were literally going to be kidnapping him again.

The front door opened and Taryn leaned into Stiles' side, unknowingly going tense as Liam walked in, his eyes drifting over the line of people he didn't want to see. He looked back at Kira, seeing her locking the door and standing defensively between him and it. She grimaced. "...Sorry."

"What the hell is this?" Liam turned back to the five in the living room, his fingers curling into fists.

"Think of it like an intervention," Stiles said. "You have a problem, Liam--"

Scott stepped forward. "--And we're the only ones that can help."

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Slowly, and very carefully, the pack explained everything. From Scott's journey of first becoming a werewolf; to Lydia's revelation of being a banshee; and to both Malia and Kira's identities being vaguely defined. Of course, they passed over Stiles and Taryn, who were the only two humans in the pack, but Stiles often spoke up and gave more defined details to what his friends would be saying while Taryn remained silent by his side, nodding her head and going along with everything.

Finally, in what felt like hours, but was just minutes, Liam finally spoke, confusion blanketing his face. "Werewolf?" He pointed to Scott, who nodded. And his finger glided to where Malia stood. "Werecoyote? Banshee?" Lydia nodded with a stiff smile as Liam turned around to peek at Kira, who still guarded the door. "Fox?"