𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 ━━ LYDIA MARTIN

4

REID WALKED IN THE classroom with the strawberry blonde. The class was almost empty. She turned to give him a small smile, "we're a bit early."

"It's fine," he shrugged it off, going to take a seat at the back while she sat in the desk front of him. Once she placed her things on the table, she turned in her seat to start a conversation.

She needed a distraction and in her eyes, Reid was the perfect distraction. She just needed to know him enough to get him in bed. The strawberry blonde had absolutely no idea what she was getting herself into.

In her eyes, Reid was the awkward but nice new kid, looking to make friends. The actual reason why he was in Beacon Hills was not only for Deaton but also because he heard of a new alpha in town, Scott McCall. He was well aware that Scott was a student in the school, he just wanted to see him. And maybe help him for what was about to come as he knew what was brewing up.

He has heard of Deucalion, the demon alpha and his alpha pack. He knew that they were coming for Derek Hale and that it was only a matter of time before they find out about Scott who was on the verge of becoming a true Alpha. Reid was born an Alpha and when he killed his father, he only got stronger.

Much like with Derek, Deucalion wanted Reid to be in his pack as well and the two even met. But he turned down his offer as he preferred being without a pack, like his father. Unlike others, he thought that having a pack makes one weak as he'd need to protect them if it comes to it. He'd rather be on his own like he has always been. According to him, it made things much easier.

The only person Reid truly cared about was Deaton. But if it ever came to be either him or Alan, he'd choose himself. At least, that's what he liked to tell himself. Deep down, he knew that wasn't true. He hated when he cared, it made him feel pathetic. He learnt that from his father.

Gabriel, his father, did have a pack but one day, he went mad and murdered them all ruthlessly. He then told Reid that a pack makes one weak. Gabriel said that since they were different, they needed to be alone and stick together— just the two of them. Reid was naive at that time, he was only around nine so he mindlessly followed his father and did whatever he was told.

He took everything his father gave him, all the beatings, all the harsh words, the bloody missions, everything without questioning until he grew up and realise that Gabriel was a mad man so he killed him. At times, he wondered whether he was just as psychotic as the man. And he knew the answer to that; he was.

Sometimes the blood lust would get to high that he was unable to control himself— like he did with the hunters. The worse part was that he actually enjoyed killing, he adored the feeling of the blood between his hands as he'd squeeze the hearts of his victims. It made him happy. But then he'd regret everything.

"So..." At the familiar voice, he gave Lydia his attention as he leaned in his chair and waited for her to continue speaking, "you're not from Beacon Hills, are you? If so, I would've definitely seen you before."

"I'm not," he shook his head, glancing down at his desk upon which lied his things that he had also taken out earlier. He grabbed a pen and began twirling it in between his fingers absentmindedly, "I was born, raised and lived in Los Angeles."

"Really?" Her lips parted, "I've always wanted to go there. Why did you come here? Beacon hills is not really..." She trailed off in an attempt to find the right words as everything that has happened flashed in her mind, "the safest place."

He paused his actions momentarily, his eyes flickering to hers as he furrowed his brows, "what do you mean by ‘not the safest place’?"

"Like... People die around here very often." She chose her words carefully, not wanting to give anything away, "but if you look past all that, it's actually nice, I suppose."

"I've heard about those stories," he muttered, lying through his teeth at his next words, "I thought they were made up."

"Nope, they're not." She pursed her lips in a thin line, "they're real stuff. Had an accident with a deer earlier," she chuckled, "it ran straight through my car."

"Oh wow, really? That's insane!" he tried to put as much as surprise in his voice as he could and he figured she believed it when she nodded, "it really is." In fact, he already had the slightest idea why a deer would go all mad in the middle of the road. They were already here.

Before either Lydia or Reid could say anything, students began filling the classroom as it was time for the class to begin.

Stiles approached them, giving Lydia a small smile which she returned as he sat down at the desk next to her. His eyes fell on Reid and he narrowed them, "hey, you're the new guy right? Reid?"

"Yeah and you are?"

"Stiles," he grinned at the hybrid, "nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Reid muttered just as he caught a scent which made his eyes rake over the classroom, falling on a boy sitting in the second row who was also coincidentally looking at him. Scott’s eyes widened as he stared at the hybrid, instantly thinking that he was a werewolf much like himself.