I Didn't ask to be a Monster

Chapter Thirteen

Lydia knew, it was time to explain.

“He screamed my name and I heard him. I felt pain in my chest and I suddenly became nauseous. I knew then he was in trouble and needed me.” She explained, “Look, I may as well tell you now. Peter and I, we are, together-“ She held a finger up and pointed frigidly at her three friends as their mouths began to open in protest, “and if any of you attempt even in the slightest to yell at me or lecture me, I will scream so loud that every blood vessel in your bodies will burst. Am I clear?”

Their mouths quickly shut tight.

Lydia nodded happily at their decision to stay quiet.

Derek came over to the group and grabbed Scott by the shoulder, “I think you three should go outside and cool off. The amount of tension boiling in your blood is going to burn us all alive.”

“Did you know about this?” Stiles exasperated quietly with a pointed finger at Lydia and Peter.

“Yes, I did.”

“And you are okay with this!?!” Scott shook his head in disbelief.

“Yes I am, I have known about it for a long time and I am okay with it, now go outside and cool off.” Derek looked at them dead in the eye.

Allison pulled Stiles and Scott away by the arms dragging them backwards out the door.

Derek watched from the dirty paned window as the trio below argued back and forth inaudibly.

Lydia sat on the floor next to the couch and rested her head against Peter leg as she watched him sleep.

“How long have you known?” She asked Derek.

“From the moment you and Ethan came to warn me about the Lunar Eclipse. I saw the way he looked at you and I knew. It was the same way my father used to look at my mother…” Derek fell silent.

A charming smile crossed Lydia’s lips.

“Cora also confirmed my suspicions at that time as well, she saw you and him together. You have done something to him, I actually hate him less now that since he has been with you. I really didn’t think that would ever be possible because I really hate him.” Derek laughed as he moseyed over to his makeshift bathroom and grabbed a medical kit out of the cabinet only to come back to Lydia’s side, “Here let me have a look at that.”

Lydia looked down at her arm, she had completely forgotten that she was bleeding.

He took out an alcohol swab and sterilized her five fingered puncture, carefully drying it with gauze he wound it somewhat tightly around.

“Thank you.” Lydia was grateful.

An hour passed and Peter still did not wake up.

Lydia never left his side.

Her green eyes started to blur as her eye lids grew heavy. The amount of energy that she summoned earlier wiped her completely out and she fell asleep.

Derek picked her up and put her in his bed. She deserved to sleep.

Stiles gnawed on his thumb as he switched his view from Peter to Lydia and then back to Peter only to go back to Lydia. “I don’t like this, them being together isn’t right. I mean she has to be insane or under some sort of spell. She does remember what he did to her, doesn’t she?”

“You don’t have to like it.” Derek wanted to slap Stiles upside the head, “Be the best friend and be supportive. They are mates now and wolves mate for life.”

Stiles made a strange and erratic head movement in Derek’s direction, “Ho-whoa whoa, what the hell did you just say? Mates? What does that even mean?”

Cora came in the room and grinned sarcastically, “Well, Stiles, when two people love each other very very much…”

Stiles interrupted her with a gagging sound.

“Is it permanent?” Allison asked drolly. She weighed the options of how much she would suffer if she were to break off her friendship with Lydia right now.

“Extremely. There is no changing it.” Derek eyed Allison. He knew her current feelings about her best friend being mated to the man that ripped her Aunt’s throat out.