𝑾𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 ➸𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 ꟾ𝟏ꟾ

The Bite

I

"Lydia!" Stiles shouts. I can hear my heart pumping through my ears as fear envelops me. "Run!"

Strangely still, she simply turns back to see Peter Hale calmly approaching the lacrosse field. Taking a single step back, she seems unable to look away from him as his mouth opens impossibly wide, jaw protruding out as monstrous fangs appear between his lips, and lunges for a screaming Lydia.

My shoes dig deeper into the dirt but it's too late as she drops to the grass unconscious, blood staining her silver dress. As soon as Stiles and I make it to her, Peter lunges forward with an arm reaching over her body, a deep growl causes us to back away slowly. I stare in shock as the thick substance drips down his chin. He's like an animal claiming its kill.

"Don't kill her. Please." Stiles begs, both of us breathing heavily.

"Of course not. Just tell me how to find Derek."

"W-what?"

Peter doesn't seem to like that response as he begins to trace his claws over Lydia's face. "Tell me how to find Derek Hale."

"We-we don't know. Why do you think that we'd know that?" Stiles responds, panic written all over his face.

"Because you're the clever one, aren't you, Stiles? And because I can smell it on you. Both of you. Deception has a particularly acrid scent. Tell me the truth or I will rip her apart."

"Look... Look, I don't know, okay? And-and neither does Wes. I swear to God, we have no idea."

"Tell me!" Peter's voice surges from his lips with a demonic rasp, causing me to wince.

"Okay, okay. I think-I think he knew."

"Knew what?"

"He knew he'd be caught by the Argents."

"And?"

"When they were shot, he and Scotty... I think he took Scott's phone."

"Why?"

"They all have GPS now. If Derek still has it, if it's still on..." I finally meet Peter's eyes as Stiles continues. "You can find him."

"Alright, get up."

"No, I'm-I'm not just letting you leave her here."

I finally look up as Peter wipes Lydia's blood from his face. "You don't have a choice, you're coming with me." Peter pauses before looking at me. "Both of you."

"Look, just kill me. I don't care anymore." Stiles begs, making my heart break for him.

Peter places his claws on Stiles' throat, causing me to jump up, worried about what he might do to him. He then looks toward me.

"Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you get." He tells me, before releasing Stiles.

I pull out my phone from my pocket with a trembling hand as Peter starts to walk away. "Jackson? It's-it's Lydia."

II

Sitting in Roscoe, all I can think about is anger. My anger towards Peter, Derek, maybe even myself. I can't help but wonder if there was anything I could have done. God, I was so selfish. If I wasn't so distracted by Allison, I could have been there for Stiles and Scott when they needed me. Did they even need me?

"Oh, don't feel so bad." Peter starts, breaking my belittling thoughts. "If she lives, she'll turn into a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."

"Yeah, and once a month she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart."