p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Peter knew that there would be some unknown side effects to the resurrection, but he didn't think it would be anything like this. This incessant need to be near her, to mark her, to make sure everyone knows that she belongs to him and him /He sees the way Stiles looks at her and anger swells up inside of him. He still smells Jackson on her and has the aching need to rid her of that scent and replace it with his /Sometimes he watches her at night, he can tell when she's having nightmares; nightmares that he caused. He wants to hold her, comfort her and tell her that everything will be okay in time. But he knows that he can't do that, not yet, she's too afraid of him. He needed to wait for her to come to him. He knew that she would come soon, he could sense that she wanted answers./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Part of her is sure that it's Peter, but that other part refuses to let her believe that he could ever care about her. He's the one who did this to her in the first place, he almost killed her then just left her for dead on that fucking lacrosse field; he used her. She hated him and she needed him. She needs him to give her an explanation./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She's been sensing his presence more and more over the past few days, waiting. Tomorrow she thinks to herself./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She's been looking up things about werewolves lately, though her logical side tells her she's crazy. Some of the things seem so outlandish that she actually begins to believe she is losing it. Though in all fairness, if someone could come back from the dead, why shouldn't there be werewolves? Why not throw in fairies while we're at it./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Lydia…"/p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Her eyes shot open, she wasn't in her room. She wasn't even near her house, she was in the middle of the woods….and he was here. She was shivering, whether it was because of the cold or the fear she wasn't sure. She's slept walked before, but she's never left the house./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"He stepped forward and she stepped back. "Lydia, it's freezing, come here." She kept backing away from him, he sighed in frustration. He was fighting the urge to close the distance between them and pull her against him. The wolf in him was fighting to come out to fufil the need to protect his mate, to claim her./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;""Stay away from me. You've caused me nothing but trouble since you crawled into my head and started fucking around! The last thing I need is for you to be screwing with me even more. Now if you will please get out of my way, I'd like to go home." She began walking past him, but he couldn't let her do that./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"He grabbed her and pulled her flush against him, his inner wolf was overtaken with glee at the closeness. Fangs threatening to come out, ready to claim his mate and mark her as his. His breath was heavy on her neck, the only thing she had on was the thin nightdress that she slept in. "Lydia, please… at least let me take you home."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Lydia was seething. How dare he think he can be some type of rescuer to her, after all he done. This whole thing was his fault in the first place! She was trembling still, though now it was from the anger. She was no longer cold because of the warmth radiating from Peter and she was too angry to be afraid./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"He watched her walk away with plans to follow her at a safe distance, just to make sure she gets home okay./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She knew he was following her, she could feel him. Though in all honesty she appreciated it. She liked the thought of him watching over her, but it confused her. She hated him; that she was sure of, but something else in her wanted him for something else./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Peter decided to stick around a little longer after she got home, just to be sure she didn't go out again./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Lydia could sense that he stayed, and surprisingly enough it made her feel comforted. She hadn't felt safe in so long, it was so relieving. She didn't have another nightmare that night, so she woke up feeling rested for the first time in a long time./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She was still extremely confused about her feelings towards Peter and if there was one thing Lydia Martin didn't like, it was being confused. She would figure this out, even if it meant spending more time with Peter. Only thing was, she'd have to keep it a secret from her overprotective friends./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Part of her is sure that it's Peter, but that other part refuses to let her believe that he could ever care about her. He's the one who did this to her in the first place, he almost killed her then just left her for dead on that fucking lacrosse field; he used her. She hated him and she needed him. She needs him to give her an explanation./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She's been looking up things about werewolves lately, though her logical side tells her she's crazy. Some of the things seem so outlandish that she actually begins to believe she is losing it. Though in all fairness, if someone could come back from the dead, why shouldn't there be werewolves? Why not throw in fairies while we're at it./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"The more she thought about it she realized something, she didn't even know where to find him. Fortunately, that issue solved itself. That night her dream was more vivid than they usually are. She could feel everything, the leaves under her feet, the chill in the air and the scent… his scent./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"He stepped forward and she stepped back. "Lydia, it's freezing, come here." She kept backing away from him, he sighed in frustration. He was fighting the urge to close the distance between them and pull her against him. The wolf in him was fighting to come out to fufil the need to protect his mate, to claim her./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"He grabbed her and pulled her flush against him, his inner wolf was overtaken with glee at the closeness. Fangs threatening to come out, ready to claim his mate and mark her as his. His breath was heavy on her neck, the only thing she had on was the thin nightdress that she slept in. "Lydia, please… at least let me take you home."/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Lydia was seething. How dare he think he can be some type of rescuer to her, after all he done. This whole thing was his fault in the first place! She was trembling still, though now it was from the anger. She was no longer cold because of the warmth radiating from Peter and she was too angry to be afraid./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She was fighting him, or at least she was trying to. He had a strong hold on her, not strong enough to hurt her, but strong enough to keep her from struggling too much. "Lydia, please…" He was begging her, she was wiggling a little too close to the warmth in his pants. He wasn't sure he would be able to stop the wolf in him once it got started./p
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p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"He watched her walk away with plans to follow her at a safe distance, just to make sure she gets home okay./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She knew he was following her, she could feel him. Though in all honesty she appreciated it. She liked the thought of him watching over her, but it confused her. She hated him; that she was sure of, but something else in her wanted him for something else./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Peter decided to stick around a little longer after she got home, just to be sure she didn't go out again./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"Lydia could sense that he stayed, and surprisingly enough it made her feel comforted. She hadn't felt safe in so long, it was so relieving. She didn't have another nightmare that night, so she woke up feeling rested for the first time in a long time./p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'GNU Unifont', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a;"She was still extremely confused about her feelings towards Peter and if there was one thing Lydia Martin didn't like, it was being confused. She would figure this out, even if it meant spending more time with Peter. Only thing was, she'd have to keep it a secret from her overprotective friends./p