Chapter 12

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Leila acted like she was panting as she ran into the hospital. "Where is she?" she demanded as she saw nurses running around. "Where is she?"

One of the many nurses walked up to her and asked, "I'm sorry, young lady, but this area is reserved for those waiting to see Lydia-"

Leila interrupted her. "I want to see Lydia Martin! Where the literal hell is she?!"

Melissa McCall showed up and placed her hands on her daughter's shoulders. "Leila, Lydia's going to be fine. I just need you to calm down right now."

A few tears streamed down Leila's face. "Mom, where is she?"

As her Mom began walking her towards Lydia's room, Leila picked up on Stiles's scent. She ignored it, just wanting to see her best friend.

When they finally got to her room, Leila suppressed a sob.

Lying on the bed was a torn up Lydia Martin. There were scratches all over her, and Leila rushed towards her. The grey and blue haired girl knelt next to the strawberry blonde.

"Lydia, please be okay," she whispered, her voice cracking in the middle of her sentence.

After a few minutes of sitting there, perfectly still and silent with tears slowly falling down her face, Leila stood back up and walked towards the exit of the door. She honestly completely forgot about the fact that it was still the same night as the Winter Formal and that her previously perfectly white Greek Goddess dress had red spots dotting it.

The first person she saw was Stiles. She grabbed his flailing arm and pushed him against the wall, anger flooding in her eyes. "What the literal fuck happened to her, Stilinski? Tread carefully, because I will rip your throat out of you say one single word that is sarcastic." Her voice was a quite whisper, but it was worse than a yell from her could ever be.

The younger Stilinski quickly figured out that if someone messed with a loved one of Leila's, they'd be dead faster than you could say 'werewolf.' She was constantly defending Scott and Stiles, even when they were four. When her father would come home drunk, she'd yell at him for hurting her mother.

But nobody ever realized that her father retaliated. Nobody ever realized that Leila would cry herself to sleep nightly. Nobody ever realized why Leila was terrified of one single closet in the McCall house.

In fact, the same closet Stiles had been curious about just a week or so previously.

"Peter," Stiles breathed out. "He attacked Lydia. I got there right after it happened, and-"

"Stiles, calm down before you have a panic attack." Leila turned around and smiled sweetly at Noah Stilinski. "Sheriff, Stiles and I have something to do."

Noah nodded, and Leila dragged Stiles away.

"Where are we going?" Stiles asked.

"To my house. I'm changing clothes and then you're gonna make a Molotov cocktail with Jackson. I'm gonna grab all my weapons, and we're gonna go kick some more werewolf ass." 

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