Half Wolf, Half God, All Alpha

Relationships

The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Scott, Allison and Stiles stepped out and headed toward their destination. They opened the door to Lydia's room.

"Hello, my friends," Lydia said. She emphasized 'friends' venomously while looking at them in anger.

"Come on Lydia," Allison pleaded. Lydia still had a look of displeasure on her face, not at all moved by her pleas. "We're sorry. We were trying to protect you."

Lydia showed them the wound inflicted by Peter, "Well that didn't work out great did it?" she snapped at them.

The trio looked guilty as she pointed out their flaw in logic to them, their failure.

"Lydia..." Allison didn't know what to say. The redhead had been correct. Keeping her out of the loop hadn't helped her at all. "I'm sorry, I was just getting used to this myself. I guess I wanted to have a friend who didn't know about the supernatural."

"Allison, I'm still your friend. I'm angry, but I'm still your friend. So are you the werewolf?"

"What?" they asked in unison, confused. Lydia didn't know she was the hunter? The way Nico spoke this morning and Percy spoke last night, Allison thought they were going to tell her everything.

"So not the werewolf, I guess that means Scott's the werewolf?" She looked at Scott.

"So Percy didn't tell you which one of us was a werewolf?" Stiles asked.

"No, he introduced himself, apologized for his uncle being a massive dick and biting me. Then he told me his family members were werewolves. He went into his history a little bit, werewolves and other things. After that he told me I was a friend with a hunter and werewolf and then he ranted a bit about how stupid it was for a person to be your anchor. Then he told me what I am apparently. Then we played chess," she explained the order of events quite clearly.

The three looked at her eagerly, awaiting her to tell them what she was. Of course it didn't take her long to notice the fact that they were about to drill a hole into her purely with their eyes.

"What?" she asked.

"What are you?" Stiles asked.

Lydia laughed humorlessly, "And why would I tell you that?" she smirked at them.

"So we can help you," Stiles said like it was obvious.

Lydia gave them a haughty look. "And how exactly do you plan to do that? You don't even know what I am. And even if you did, Percy already offered to help me, which I accepted."

"Lydia he's a killer!" Stiles said. "I bet he didn't tell you that..."

The banshee cut him off. "In order to become an Alpha you must kill another," Lydia smirked at them. "Yes, I'm aware of the fact."

"Then why?" Allison asked.

"Because he hasn't lied to me for several months, he's known me for less than a day and had enough respect for me to tell me the truth. Whereas my best friend kept me in the dark for months about werewolves and her being a hunter!" her soft voice elevated as she snapped at them.

Lydia took a deep breath and calmed herself before going on, "And you weren't even planning on telling me what happened. Or at least I'm assuming the last bit but it stands to reason with you not telling me anything."

Stiles, Allison and Scott looked even guiltier than before.

"Allison could you do me a favour?" the redhead asked.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"In my closet there's a sleeveless, strapless, red dress, could you get it for me?"