Prophecy || Teen Wolf

Chapter Nine

Lydia felt herself get worked up as she stepped forward, her voice strong as she spoke. "Who the hell are you?" She didn't know why her immediate reaction was to accuse and demand. It might not have been the brightest idea considering the girl had just walked into the room holding a gun pointed at both her and Kira. Maybe it was because this was Allison's house, and all mourning and grief was still very real for her. She needed to calm down. This wasn't about her or Allison. This was about Lexi, and making things right.

However, to Lydia's surprise, the girl didn't seem to get offended or the least bit hurt by her tone. Instead she chuckled humorously, as if she knew something they didn't. "I was told you'd be one to bite, despite the fact that screaming is more of your thing."

Lydia froze. Beside her, Kira did too. She knew what Lydia was. Suddenly it wasn't Lydia who was accusing the stranger, but the stranger accusing Lydia. Roles had just been reversed. Lydia swallowed her surprise. They needed to get back on track, get some answers. This was the person who shot Adam and saved Lexi. This was the person who also seemed to have a key to Allison's apartment, and all kinds of information on Lydia and her pack.

Kira cleared her voice, speaking up for the first time. "How do you know that?"

"I'm not a stalker, promise." The girl held up the scout's honour, as if to prove she was telling the truth. She stepped forward, holding her hand over the desk. Kira and Lydia exchanged odd looks, before hesitantly shaking the girl's hand. "The name's Marley," she said, stepping back. "Chris Argent sent me."

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Before Lexi was through the door, Stiles had grabbed her by the arm and hauled her upstairs, shouting something to Scott and Malia who remained in the lounge room. Lexi barely had time to register the beige walls and wooden floors before Stiles swung open the door to his bedroom, and released Lexi once it was closed.

He was excited, she could tell. He was bouncier, more excessive gestures and different tones. It was like he was back to his old self. Lexi was glad. Everything between them was good. Before they had left the clinic Stiles had pulled her aside and apologised to her for how things had gone down. She knew that he wasn't just apologising for himself, but for Liam, Lydia, and Kira as well. It felt as if there were no barriers between them now. Everything that happened today, the lengths they had gone to get answers and keep her safe, confirmed that Lexi could fully trust them, and that they could fully trust her. Though her feelings for Liam were still a tad complicated, Lexi felt at peace with everyone. It was a blissful feeling in the midst of a war.

She sat down on Stiles' bed, taking it in. This was the first time she'd been in Stiles' room, or anyone's room that wasn't Scott's. The bed was pushed to the side of the room, a blue plaid covering the duvet. It was made, but still a bit messy. All on the floor and even on the chair, clothes and books and shoes were strewn across. Lexi gathered that it looked like a typical teenager's room, with messy floors and band posters. The one odd thing was the clear board situated in the middle of the room. Stiles stood in front of it, arms crossed as he inspected the different photos and words written in white. Red string connected each word to a photograph. Everything was somehow connected.

"You know," Lexi spoke, glancing curiously at the board. "When you said we were going to investigate Theo and my Dad, I didn't think you meant literally."

"Don't mock the board," he replied in a monotone.

Lexi scoffed in response. Her fingers picked at the hem of the shirt she was wearing. It was one of Malia's old ones. A pale blue button up with white polka dots. She liked it. "Did you text Liam?"