The Darkness: 4B

Part 3

Italics- Lydia's voices

Lydia

Lydia woke up to an empty bed and knew Parrish was at work. She was aware that she'd had a premonition and she leaned over to the bedside table to read the paper. Written many times, True Alpha stretched across the page.

She let out an exhale of confusion and got out of bed, putting on regular clothes with her corporal jacket and left the apartment, heading to the loft.

She slid the door open to see Derek talking with Braeden. "Lydia," she greeted, eyeing her gun. "I'm not going to kill you, you're pregnant. That's beyond psycho," she told her. "I have an appointment with the doctor later today," Braeden said, kissing him before leaving.

"What do you want? To create another alpha?" Derek asked bluntly and she shook her head. "There's already an alpha in our midst," she told him, sitting at the table. She unfolded the paper and showed him. "A True Alpha," he said with wide eyes. He quickly folded it and handed it back to her, "We need to see Deaton."

Lydia and Derek went to the vet that she had to break the mountain ash for him to enter and they went to the back. "To what do I owe the pleasure of the Void Banshee," Deaton greeted, keeping his back facing them.

"A True Alpha," Derek spoke and he turned. "A werewolf who becomes an alpha without killing one? A supernatural anomaly that is earned?" He questioned and Lydia nodded, handing him the scribble. "If you did this..." he trailed off, "that means it's real."

"But it's rare," Derek said. "Yes. Either someone is going to become one or someone's coming to Beacon Hills," Deaton said. "To face Peter?" Lydia wondered. "If so, we need to find out who," he said.

Deaton grabbed a timer, placing it in front of her with the paper next to it. "Just listen to the beeping," he said, starting the timer.

The small clicks of beeps struck loudly in her ears as she stared at the fresh sheet of paper in front of her. She glanced at the word True Alpha and her head boggled to the side as she started writing.

She muttered a few words under her breath as the pen moved under the paper. Her right hand gripped the steel table, slightly slamming it until she stopped, taking deep breaths.

Derek grabbed the paper to read it, "Who's Scott McCall?" "McCall?" She asked. "Melissa and Rafael McCall?" "Do they have any supernatural family members?" Deaton asked. "Or maybe they were forgotten," Lydia whispered.

Scott

Scott felt a surge of consciousness that he remembered himself, or someone else did.

Across him, he could see Oliver sitting in a daze, staring right back. Scott had an urge to get up and his hand twitched as if he was healing from kanima venom.

"Passengers boarding," the female voice on the PA system spoke. In the distance, he could hear shrieking and hooves trotting down the tracks.

Everyone in the station including him and Oliver got up and started running to the side. Scott hid behind a pew and Riders tossed new people as they screamed.

The wind that was picking up the leaves started to retreat as everyone went back to their seats. Scott felt like a puppet being controlled when they'd come as he sat down. Oliver had grabbed a newspaper and started to read.

On the heading of the paper, it said, 'The Void Banshee used the Wild Hunt in her game' He remembered everything that happened and knew they'd forgotten about them.

Scott went back into his still mode, staring at the paper, and waited for the next passenger boarding.

Lydia