The make shift pack of hunters, werewolves and humans assembled at the Stilinski home. The Sheriff's face was long, the bags under his eyes indicating the lack of sleep that had been felt for months since Stiles was no longer truly himself. Scott stood beside Stiles's father with a sad expression in his eyes. The hope to save Stiles growing slim by the days. The Nogitsune was strong and any remanent of Stiles lost in void. Lydia stood amongst them all, the silence was killing her and she couldn't take it much longer, "We can save Stiles...we have to believe that we can...I believe that we can." She spoke with a soft touch. Wanting to believe her own words.
"Lydia, we will try. But.." Allison's words ran off. "But nothing Allison we are not going to kill him or hope that he takes to the bite." Lydia's eye shook a bit with worry. "There has to be an alternative." Her head lowered. Lydia had known Stiles since she was seven years old. Their first meeting was in 3rd grade. They had the same teacher. He was the goofy one that caused the teacher many of headaches. However secretly she thought he was funny despite her cold exterior at such a young age. Their first interaction was doing lunch, Lydia's mother had forgotten to pack her lunch. Lydia's parents were in the process of divorce, the young strawberry blonde was subject to countless nights of loud arguing and slamming of doors. Hard for a girl of her age to fathom and here she was forgetting against the rebel of her falling family unit.
The young girls wide Bambi eyes looked around at the kids eating their packed lunches. Her mouth opening with slight hunger as she hadn't eaten since the day prior. Then with simple touch of a hand from the goofy boy in her class that went by Stiles, handed her half of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Her eyes surprised by his gesture. Lydia and Stiles never exchanged a word, not till now, "Thank you." She smiled and took the sandwich. The young boy flashed her a goofy smile. "You're welcome you looked hungry." "My Mom forgets my lunch sometime." "I had to teach myself to make my own PB and J." Stile spoke with proud tone to his achievement. "I can teach you...it's not that hard." The boys voice small and slightly squeaky as he continued to talk. Young Lydia looking at him and then humming with relief of hunger. It was the best peanut butter and jelly sandwich she had tasted. The memory of their first meeting made Lydia uneasy and her frame swayed in the room wanting to pace about. "I need to get some fresh air, hard to hear with all this silence." She mocked and walked past the pack.
Once outside her hands rushed over her long curly red locks. Her breathes growing unsteady as the floods of emotions that she bottle up for months began to surface. Lydia felt for Stiles as a friend or more, it didn't matter to her. She wanted to save him. If only she knew how. Just as the thought escaped her mind she heard the whispering voices. Her hazel hues wide and her ruby red lips parted. "Stiles?" The whisper growing louder and then her phone chimed: Lydia come find me. Find me in the place you thought you lost me. Lydia read the text over and over. Fighting with herself if she should go alone or bring back up. Looking back at the house she knew her choice. She took out her keys and raced down to Echo House.