Theo escaped from Beacon Hills a long time ago.
He went to New York and started a new life there. He now has a daughter, born to a woman he loved but divorced from not long ago.
A day, a call from Scott Mccall turned his life upside down: "you have...
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beacon hills, a day later
That day arrived earlier than expected. I hadn't slept a wink the night before, thinking about the conversation with Liam, about how to protect Amelie from the Nogitsune...
Everything felt chaotic; it seemed like there was no solution.
And that was precisely the problem, because while we were busy planning something to trap the Nogitsune and save not only the city of Beacon Hills but the rest of the county, the Nogitsune continued to kill alongside his Oni.
Mason and Sheriff Stilinski had been trapped somewhere—we actually had no idea where they might have ended up. Liam blamed himself for not protecting his best friend, as he always did.
We went to sleep in our rooms at three in the morning. I lay down next to Amelie, stroked her hair, and then tried to sleep with little success. I spent the night lost in thought, glancing at my daughter whenever I felt her heart racing or saw her moving in her sleep.
The next morning, despite it being seven o'clock, I found Lydia already sitting at the kitchen table, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee.
I sat down across from her, grabbing a cup and pouring myself some coffee. We stayed silent for a while, the soft ticking of the wall clock filling the space between us.
"I talked to Liam last night," I blurted out eventually. My voice came out more strained than I expected. Lydia nodded, her red hair catching the morning light, but she let me continue without pushing. "I told him everything. I hope he understood what I meant," I murmured, unsure of how much I had really gotten across in my jumbled confession.
"Liam cares about you," Lydia said softly, as if stating the obvious.
"I know, maybe too much," I replied, taking a slow sip from my cup, feeling the heat burn the tip of my tongue.
"He's crazy about you, and I'm not saying that just because I'm your friend," she added, her green eyes soft but serious. "We've all noticed it, Theo."
I sighed, leaning back in my chair, the weight of that truth pressing down on me. "I couldn't let him fall in love with me—not when I wasn't who I am today." I stared down at the dark swirl of coffee in my cup, my reflection distorted.
Lydia looked at me, her face softening into a bittersweet smile. "I think Liam would have loved you regardless."
I shook my head, setting the cup down with more force than I meant to. "I need to call Lena," I muttered, standing up abruptly, not wanting to dwell any longer on things I couldn't change.
Outside, the air was cooler, the autumn breeze nipping at my skin as I settled into the porch chair. The sky was still a pale, sleepy blue, and the trees swayed gently, their leaves a brilliant mix of reds and yellows. I dialed Lena's number, listening to the phone ring as I gazed out at the distant hills. When she picked up, her voice was calm, steady, but it carried the weight of everything we had been through.
