Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Ghosted Pt 1

I went to Lydia's early that morning while Scott went to talk to Sheriff. I wanted to talk to Liam about it, but he still didn't remember Stiles, so the point would be moot. I mean, he knew who Stiles was and what he meant to me, but he didn't remember him. I was sure nothing I said would jog his memory, so Lydia it was. She was getting dressed as I made myself comfortable on her bed, my mind running still with last night's events.

She let me be quiet while I thought, then finally, I popped up. "Lydia. Something happened last night after you left."

"I figured as much." She pursed her lips at her reflection then decided she didn't like the dress and discarded it.

"You remember the static on the radio we heard? Well, we sort of... Made a connection."

Lydia's head popped out of her closet, still in her underwear but uncaring. "What?"

"It was Stiles. He proved it. He's real, Lydia. You can ask Scott if you don't believe me," I said.

She sighed, slipping on a red dress before coming to sit next to me. "Of course I believe you. What did he say? Can we find him?"

My lips pulled downwards as I hung my head. "No. He wouldn't tell us where he was. But he told us to find this place. It was called Canaan. You know it?"

"No..." she hummed, though she looked to be deep in thought. She stood to look at herself in the mirror again, finding satisfaction with the outfit. She sat in front of her vanity to work on hair and makeup. "I've never heard of it before."

"Really? Your banshee senses aren't tingling?" I had hoped maybe the name would elicit a premonition, but it seemed that wasn't going to happen.

"Should they be?" she asked, looking at me in her mirror.

I shrugged. "I guess not." She continued on with her makeup while I went quiet, thinking about how to bring up my next topic of conversation.

There was the matter of what Stiles had said last night. And, not only that, but how I was going to tell Malia. Or if I should tell her at all. If I didn't tell her, she would eventually find out when Stiles came back anyway, so would it really matter? But on the other hand, Malia was my friend. I couldn't not tell her.

"Hey, Lyds?"

"Hm?"

"Stiles told me he loved me." I expected her movements to cease, a look of wondered awe cross her face, and her mind to be blown, but instead she merely paused for a minute before continuing.

"I know."

"Hang on, what do you mean you know?"

"I just had a feeling."

"And you didn't care to tell the rest of us?"

"I wasn't sure. All I know is that I got a weird feeling every time Malia said she loved him." With the minimal makeup she'd applied, she moved on to the hair, opting for a simple hair clip to pull back the crown.

I picked at my nails, which earned me a stern 'quit that' from Lydia, as I said, "So... What do I tell Malia?"

She waited until she'd finished her hair to really think about it, her lips pursed with thought. "Nothing. I think it'll be best if she finds out on her own."

I was mostly happy with that choice, but part of me still felt bad for keeping it from her. I knew it would be best in the end, but it still felt like lying. Maybe I was overthinking it. It would be fine. We'd get Stiles back and everything would go back to normal with our pack complete.