Leia is what you'd call an Animagus. A Wolf that can shapeshift at will without the need of the full moon. But she's a special breed known as an Ice Wolf. She's the last of her kind and the most wanted. Some want her dead others alive, will Leia fin...
Parrish has placed himself behind bars after finding out he is the one taking the bodies. "Go home, Lydia. Stilinski isn't telling anyone where he put the bodies, and I'm pretty sure I'm not psychic." Parrish said.
Lydia sighed. "But you're drawn to death... Just like me."
"Does that make me a kind of Banshee? You find bodies, I find Chimeras..."
"Dead Chimeras." She corrected.
"So, we're both harbingers of death?" Parrish asked. Lydia nodded. "Does it help, knowing? Knowing what you are?"
"It doesn't scare me as much– that, I know. Do I scare you?" Lydia asked.
Parrish shook his head. "Really?" Lydia asked.
"Remember the night I found that Werewolf, the one with the talons. I thought I was going to die that night."
"How come?"
"Because I saw someone. I saw a Banshee. It was Devana. But, I guess it was just a dream or a hallucination..."
"What was she doing?" Lydia asked, curiously.
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"Trying to keep me alive." He recalled the kiss they shared.
"That was the night of the storm, remember? The Wild Hunt..."
"The what?" He asked.
"Oh, it's something Kira was telling me. A myth about thunderstorms, Ghost Riders in the sky, and black dogs..." she explained as her eyes widened.
"What is it?" Parrish asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
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She stood up. "I need to check on something. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." Parrish looked at her from behind the cell bars. "You know what I mean."
