"I wish I could say something to him, I wish I could say something to all of them."
The words hit Lydia like a bomb. She couldn't hear them, not now. And especially not from her. If her mother hadn't come to town together with her, nothing of this would've happened. They wouldn't have lost their warrior princess, neither would they have lost the boy that just tried to be good. Both Aiden and Allison would still be alive. Nobody would've had to give themselves up in the fight. And maybe Lydia and Stiles could've figured things out in peace instead of Lydia having to be afraid he wouldn't survive either. It was all because of them, all because of the Yukimura's and their stupid fox-powers. It was one thing to be a werewolf, another one to be a banshee and yet another one to be possessed by a nogitsune. But to be one of the kitsune's that caused all of this, that was the worst. Lydia wanted to show respect toward Kira. In the end it wasn't her fault she had to be born with all of this either. But she could've just left when she found out, before all of this happened.
"But I don't know how much space and time I'm supposed to give them."
The girl kept on talking and talking. Lydia just wanted to go to school and try to be strong, try to move on. Instead, all Kira did was talking about all the horror's that had happened in the last few days. As if Lydia didn't think enough about them already. As if she didn't see their faces every time she closed her eyes. Maybe she should've let Stiles stay with her after all, maybe then she would've managed to get some sleep. But that wasn't what she had told Stiles. She had told them that they weren't right, especially not during the circumstances. Lydia looked at her books as she put them in her locker one by one. How life was so easy only a few years ago. She was the "popular girl" befriending the new girl at school. Jackson was still there and even though not everything was perfect, it was normal. Everything had been normal.
"And you know, I'm still just the new girl at school."
If it wasn't for her sadness, Lydia would've slapped Kira right in her face. However, when she finally decided to look up at Kira, another face appeared. A familiar, much kinder one. It was the face of the broken girl that used to be a coyote. Malia. Lydia didn't know what it was about her that made her feel so… relieved. They had done something right with her, they hadn't screwed her up. And she belonged in Beacon Hills. Even more, unlike Kira, Malia already was a part of their pack. There were no single doubts about that. Malia was meant to be there, meant to meet them.
"Not for long."
Lydia smiled as coach seemed to give the girl a billion reasons to get out of this town, but she knew Malia wasn't the kind of girl that could simply be driven out by an annoying teacher. Malia would stay. For Scott, for Stiles, and perhaps one day even for Lydia herself. Lydia followed Malia with her eyes as Malia gave her a little smile. Not able to do something else, Lydia smiled back. It was okay, she was going to be okay. They were all going to be okay.
And Lydia Martin had find herself a new best friend. It was impossible to replace Allison, but it was better if she had someone by her side while getting through this hard way of living. 'Malia Tate,' she thought to herself, 'we are going to make such an amazing team'. And this smile was only the beginning of a whole series of adventures…