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A/N: This is my first teen wolf story. I'm not the best writer so review, comment, criticize.
Resurrections: Sing to me
A girl with soft strawberry blond hair stands in the silence after the storm. The pack had just killed the nogitsune and everything should be fine. They won. But the girl wasn't feeling this. Allison, the girl's best friend was dead at the hands of a stolen oni. It hadn't even been a full day and she could feel the other death calling. Feel the dread in her bones and the sadness in her blood. It wasn't as bad as Allison's was, when she could feel the blade sink into her flesh like she was the one being stabbed. She could feel the pain that Allison didn't as she lay crumpled into Stiles after her best friends eyes shut one last time. The girl cries into Stiles Stilinski shirt for the loss of life. So many had died tonight but only two of them mattered. The boy who was slowly redeeming himself and the hunter turned savior.
The pack leaves the school and heads in the direction of home. By some unseen force they all end up at Scott's house. Ethan and Derek had carried Adien to Derek's loft yet show up just the same. The pack of teenagers, a former alpha and a hunter collapse in the livingroom. The strawberry girl stares off into space as the others slowly doze off. Left awake after an hour are Lydia, the alpha and the former twin. Lydia looks to Ethan as he slowly oh so slowly begins to cry. His lips tremble and Scott's own lips tremble as emotion flares between them. Sadness seeping out of both of their pores. Lydia's own heart beats away and her throat dries as she struggles to hold in her own emotions. Suddenly a hand grips her bicep and pulls the girl into a hug.
She sobs into Scott McCall's shoulder as Ethan cries and lowly whines into Scott's other shoulder. "Pack. We're all pack." Scott's words are mumbled but they hear them and this causes Ethan to cry harder. Never before had he been alone without Aiden. Never had he not had a pack brother in Adien. They hear something in the kitchen and Lydia follows the two wolves to see Chris Argent sobbing into his arms and drowning in a bottle of whisky. Melissa McCall and Sheriff Stilinski sit near him. Melissa's hand soothing his back as it racks with sobs.
A mop of dark hair and scruff walks to them. His eyes stare into the back of the hunter, anguish clear on the wolf's face. Ethan collapses into Derek's side and the older wolf just holds him, knowing the pain of losing family let alone pack. They were all missing something now that two pack members were dead.
Two days pass and Allison Argent's funeral comes. The pack had already buried Aiden deep in the woods near the old Hale family house. A sea of black stands at the gravesite. Many people curiously ask others why it was a closed casket but they weren't pack. They weren't close friends or family. Those who were, they knew. The way Lydia had screamed at them not to do an open casket. The way her fingers had dug into the arms of Derek and her screams piercing the wolves ears worse than the humans. So they left it closed and Lydia didn't scream. No one questioned it. Chris Argent was numb, he had lost everyone.
Stiles still weak, leans against Scott and Lydia refuses and shies away when anyone tries to touch her. Isaac sticks like glue to Chris and Ethan is connected to Derek at all times. Danny holds his hand and Kira stands behind Scott, her hands soothing his taut shoulders. Peter Hale watches from the woods as they mourn. She might have been a hunter and her aunt might have killed his family but she was a good person. A worthy opponent and protector of his banshee. Peter had been in and out of town checking on Cora and looking information on Malia. He knew his pup, his immune, would want to kill him. If he had been there maybe he could have helped. But he wasn't. He vanished like he always did. He looks at the misfit pack that most would laugh at. A banshee, two former alphas, one true alpha, a beta, a werecoyote, a kitsune, a hunter and a human. The pack would have been the laughing stock at any meeting of the packs but Peter wants to be a part of it. He may be crazy and sometimes evil but he, like all wolves, longs for a pack. Omegas don't last long and he misses having the comfort of knowing someone has your back. His eyes turn to his banshee. The one he turned and in turn saved him. He didn't know that creating another could connect you to them like this. His pull on Scott was gone burned away by his hatred for Peter and his transition to alpha. It was nowhere near as strong as Lydia's was at the start but Lydia's was gone too. He couldn't control them at all. They weren't his anymore. They hate him, except somewhere deep inside Lydia still sees him as her maker. He pulled her out of her own death when she tried to save Stiles. Something only someone connected could do. A sigh escapes the wolf's mouth as he leans against a tree.
The funeral continues on ahead of the wolf as words are spoken. Slowly the casket is lowered into the ground and legs and lips tremble at the finality of it. The hunter, Allison, was dead. The casket just solidified what they knew. What they felt.
The hunter to her banshee. The bestfriend. The first love. The only love. The friend. The only daughter. Gone. Buried in the ground six feet. A light put out to soon.
The words written across her gravestone make Chris Argent's eyes water as he says the Argent code out loud one last time for his daughter. Slowly the others join in. Isaac's voice low and broken followed by Scott's rough timber. "Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux même."
The pack stands there for what could be minutes but in reality is hours. Slowly they come to one by one but the banshee stands there staring at the grave. Her fingers pluck at a string on her dress and Scott pulls her out of it as they all walk to the cars. That night Lydia sits in her bed and her fingers find a string that she ties as tight as possible from one end of her bed to the other. Her finger plucks it and her eyes close. Voices whisper in her ear but none are the one she wants to hear. Eichin house chimes in with their daily noise and Lydia pulls at her ears in anger before ripping the string away and sobbing.
Her body, exhausted after no sleep in three days slips to sleep. A very fitful one. Sweat beads down the girl's forehead as she tosses and turns in the night. Behind her eyelids she is watching as her best friend is fighting the oni. Suddenly the sword goes through Allison's heart and the sleeping girl jolts awake a scream dying on her lips. She sees shadows out of the corner of her eye and throws the nearest thing, which happens to be a math book.
A scream bubbles in her throat but it halts when she hears a familiar yelp. "Scott?" Her fingers find her lamp and she turns it on. Standing in front of her is Scott McCall with ripped pajama pants and a tank top. "What are you doing here?"
The wolf rubs at the cut to his eyebrow as it heals. "You screamed and I was awake." He shrugs his shoulders helplessly as more shadows fall into her room. She holds in her yelp of surprise and pulls her face into a neutral bored expression. Standing to their full height are the other wolves of the pack. Isaac looks around as does Derek. Ethan watches Lydia before she opens her mouth. "And just what are you three doing here too?"
"You called." Derek's voice is rough as he crosses his arms. His eyes flicker to the window as he feels his uncle arrive outside the house.
"We heard you scream. It called to us." Ethan's voice is soft. Softer than normal. Having lost his brother he seemed to have quieted more than he was. His grin's came less often.
Isaac stood quietly. "Chris is on his way to. I told him I heard you. We were worried."
"Well as you can see I am perfectly fine beside the fact that four wolves are in my room." Derek watches the girl with understanding soft eyes. Ethan stares at her with dark broken hurt eyes. Isaac just watches Scott.
The alpha looks to his wolves. "Go back home. She was having a dream. Just, look out for eachother on the way back and be careful." The wolves nod and with one last look to Lydia they jump out the window. "They were just trying to help Lydia."
"I don't need help. I don't need you to come for me!" Her fingers grip her bed sheets. "I told you guys not to come. I left signs I even told the other banshee to tell you guys. None of you listened!" Tears fall down the girl's face and Scott moves forward to hold her. She shoves him off. "I could feel it. I knew someone was going to die. I knew it might be Allison and I warned her but she didn't stay away. You all came and she died."
"Lydia." The wolf's eyes are watery. "You were her best friend. She was never going to let him have you. She came to save you."
"I didn't scream Scott! No matter how much he wanted me to I didn't. I knew you would follow it like you did tonight. She's dead and I tried to stop her. She shouldn't have been there. I love her Scott! And she's gone." The tears fall freely as Scott pulls Lydia into a hug.
The boy has his own tears falling down his own cheeks. "It happened anyway Lydia. She would die for you a hundred times over. You are her best friend. She loved you too." The boy rocks the girl until she falls fitfully to sleep in his arms.
Across town the three wolves split ways. Isaac moves to the Argent house where it still smells of silver and Allison, intercepting Chris who was heading to Lydia's. Chris had taken the lost wolf under his wing. They both had no family now. Ethan moves to follow Derek but the older male stops. "Go. Go be with Danny or watch Stiles for me. I need to be alone for a moment Ethan."
The younger wolf stares at Derek for a minute. "I'm going to find Peter. See if he wants to spar for a bit."
Not a second later the said wolf pops up. "Good. I need a spar puddles." The nickname flows off of Peter's lips before the two head into the woods, bodies disappearing into the darkness.
Derek heads alone to his apartment and sighs as his fingers find his mothers claws again. The memory from them vividly coming back to his mind. Peter Hale having a daughter. Having a healthy relationship that made him become a better person before the woman was killed by hunters. His uncle begging his sister to take away the memories so his daughter wouldn't be in danger. How could he tell his uncle that his daughter was alive? He sighs again, with the way Peter watched Malia Tate it seems he didn't have to. Suddenly the door is thrown open and Derek turns in anger. "Tell us about la loba! Where is the she wolf?!"
He pops his neck. "You should just go ahead and kill me. You can never find Cora."
The hunters look confused. "Cora? Who the hell is Cora?'
Smoke grenade fly into the room and the four of them look around in confusion. "Light 'em up!" The ring leader yells and bullets rain down on the apartment.
One by one, by their own bullets the hunters go down until Derek hear a bang followed by pain. Looking down he sees the wound. Shot gun close range. His eyes flicker up and they widen in shock. "What? How?"
"That's right Der Der. I'm alive. Wanna know the kicker?" The wolf watches as her face shifts to a purple color, eyes flashing green and fangs lengthening. "I'm going to kill you and then your psychotic uncle for plotting to kill me. Then i'm going to visit my niece and see how she's doing with her wolfboy."
Derek makes a face. "She's. Allison is dead."
The odd were creature moves forward with a speed that jars Derek's head as she pins him to the floor by his throat. "LIES!"
The wolf struggles. His eyes flashing blue but body not shifting. "I'm not. Her funeral was today. I can take you to it."
The woman lets up as her eyes blaze green. "I pray that you are lying."
She follows the wolf to a cemetery and her heart stops as she stares at the stones. Victoria Argent lies next to Allison Argent. Beside Allison is an empty stone and then Kate's own grave. Her face looses its purple and her eyes fade from green as she releases the wolf's shoulder from her death grip. Tears fall down pale cheeks and she opens her mouth and screams. The wolf, worn and in pain slumps to the floor with a sigh. "Who?" Blazing green eyes are back on him.
"The oni. They're dead." The wolf pants out, his voice unusually compliant with the she-creature.
"My brother? Is he still here?" Her eyes lost their craziness. The obsessive need to kill. Now they are sad. With one nod the woman stands up. "Don't." She pauses watching the younger male. "Do not tell anyone i'm here." Her eyes flash green. "I'm not afraid to kill you."
The woman runs off, leaving the wolf alone. Her vengeance on the Hale's forgotten. The wolf stands slowly and makes his way to Stiles house. He can feel the beads from the shotgun slowly forcing their way out of his body. Slowly and painfully but they thankfully weren't laced in wolfsbane.
As the wolf makes his slow way to the Stilinski house the turned Argent bursts through the door of the Argent apartment. She could still smell the faint scent of Allison and it made her heart ache. Her only niece was dead. Sure she was a horrible psychotic aunt but she loved Allison like a sister. A wolf comes barreling down into her and a growl rips from her throat as she throws him across the room. His eyes were yellow and his brow prominent with thick sideburns. She scoffs at his stupidity before she hears a gun cock. Her head turns and she takes a deep breath.
Chris Argent watches as the blonde supernatural creature turns around and when he sees her face his arm shakes as does his head. "You're dead Kate." The woman can hear the wolf moving behind her and she tenses but Isaac just walks to Chris's side.
The blonde watches them. "I died but I healed." She lets her eyes flash to the cat green before her eyes watch his water.
"What are you Kate? Why are you here?" His voice is gruff and the younger yet taller boy watches the two of them with wary eyes. He didn't trust this woman. She smelt odd. Different than a wolf.
"I-I paid Derek a visit. He told me about Al-. About Al-." Her voice catches in her throat and suddenly the man pulls his sister into a hug. "How are you doing this Chris? I saw both of their stones?"
His voice gruff with emotion. "It's what were trained Kate. We don't bre-break." Tears begin to fall down his face.
"I don't care about how we were trained! I never let the training rule me! She's dead." The blonde pulls back to watch her brothers face. Her finger collect his tears. "We have a right to grieve brother." The boy stands and watches them in caution. He remembers passing sayings of how Allison's aunt was a cold-blooded hunter. The perfect, well almost perfect Argent before she was killed by Peter.
"Shacking up with a younger boy Chris?" Her voice is scratchy and her smile tries and fails to come of in jovil.
"That's your job Kate." A sobbing laugh breaks free of her lips. "This is Isaac. He's off limits."
Kate chocks out another laugh. "I don't hunt wolves anymore Chris. Being this. It made me realize something. Hunters are fucked up and so are wolves. But not all of them are horrible. I-I read up on my kind. I hunt murders. Talk about a twist right Chris?" She chuckles. "I came back for revenge, but suddenly it doesn't matter anymore."
Across town Derek makes it to Stiles house right as he finishes healing. He knocks and comes through the door. Stiles and the Sheriff both run down stairs. One with a gun the other with a bat. "Shit Derek. What happened to you?"
"Hunters. Mexican. They're dead now but we can use them." He leans against the wall. "You said you needed to solve cases. We can make up some evidence. You were tracking the ninja people and they showed up at my house. I called you and you killed them or something." He groans. "People can stop worrying about the samurai coming back then because there are three of them at the house."
Stiles runs to the wolf and lifts his shirt up without hesitation. The wolf grumbles but allows the boy to look over his recently healed stomach and chest. "Well your not bleeding anymore." The wolf grunts.
The sheriff looks to the Hale. "That could work. Work it out. Put them in outfits and give them swords. You took them on with some guns Argent left at your house. It could work."
The three talk and debate the plan as Kate and Chris talk about Beacon Hills. Isaac watches on in silence before Chris begs him to keep quiet about Kate. He just lost family, he can't risk the pack wanting and succeeding to kill her. Isaac nods and mentions hating keeping secrets from Scott which make his eyes water at the memory of said words to Allison.
Weeks pass and slowly life goes on. Malia arrives at school, Scott having convinced her to try it before being full coyote again. Kira tries and fails to teach Scott to use the katana. Lydia continues to have nightmares but her screams are muffled by her fist. Isaac learns the weapons quickly and keeps Kate a secret. Even if she has a tendency to flirt with him constantly. Chris tells him she has always been like that. Ethan and Danny break up but Ethan stays, he finally has a pack even if his brother isn't in it.
There are moments, late at night or sometime even in the day when it hits them. Scott turning behind him to ask Allison a question and the words dying on his lips as he meets the eyes of a random student. Stiles laughing and looking for Allison's dimples to poke fun at them again. Isaac knocking on Allison's door only to remember she is gone. Lydia dialing Allison's number to just talk then closing her eyes when it hits her. But Lydia doesn't need the phone anymore because she can hear her. In the whispers of sheets and paper. In the gong of the school bell or the playing of a piano Lydia can hear her. She doesn't tell anyone because she's been called crazy once and it won't happen again. Maybe it's just her way of coping with her best friends death. The whisper of her voice in the back of her head. Nothing unusual.
Derek watches the younger pack members and keeps his eye out for Kate. He had went to Chris but Chris told him to keep it quiet. Begged him. The Samurai killers case was wrapped. The mexican hunters blamed and cremated for the murders. No one knew their names or where they came from but Beacon Hills accepted that one false victory because who wants to think about it if the police hadn't charged someone. Who wants to think about killers hiding in the dark waiting to strike.
Another week passes and as Lydia wakes up, this time with a scream dying on her lips she sighs. She couldn't remember her dream. Then she sees the forest floor and her heartbeat quickens. On the floor in front of her is a body. A decaying body. Her scream dies in her throat and clamps off as she sees the body moving. Hope stirs in her chest. Allison? Did she bring her back like she brought Peter back.
The blood drips down her hands and as it crashes into the forest floor the person turns to look at her with feral eyes. Yellow-gold eyes and bloodied fangs. And blonde hair. The girl moves to pounce on Lydia but a body tackles her first. Scott stands his ground and growls deeply at the unknown wolf, eyed red and teeth bared. It cowers slightly and Peter stands in front of Lydia his eyes blue and claws extended. The girl growls again as she stands up and Scott's voice fills the silence. "Erica?"
The girl trembles as her flesh slowly rebuilds itself. Scott stands to the side his eyes hopeful yet wary. Erica looks to Lydia and her mouth moves but only a hoarse grumble comes out. Peter stands to the side. "Derek texted me when we heard you scream." Scotts voices is quiet. "I told him it was most likely another nightmare and I could handle it." His brown eyes blink to hers. "You brought her back?" A hopeful tint blends into his voice.
"I don't know how. It just happens and I don't remember." Angry accusing eyes flash to Peter.
The man raises his hands. "I did nothing. I resurrected myself, why would I resurrect Derek's beta?"
Lydia and Scott stare at him for a second before eyes turn to Erica. The girl is leaning against a tree panting. Her clothes are dirt ridden and bloody. Her face slowly turning back to its former beauty. The decayed flesh healing. Her eyes still gold, glowing in the night. "What happened?" The voice is hoarse. Hoarser than Derek's when angry.
Tears fill Lydia's eyes as she stares at the wolf. This was the wrong person! She was suppose to bring Allison back. Her best friend, not the beta from Derek's pack. The girl that hunted Lydia looking for the kanima. Scott's voice fills the silent forest. "You died Erica."
The girl scoffs low in her throat before coughs wrack her body. Scott steps forward warily but the girl takes a deep breath. "I knew that dipshit. I meant what am I doing back?"
Scott turns to lydia. "You were resurrected." The she-wolf looks to the banshee. Scott steps in her line of sight. "Lets take you to Derek."
"Fuck that! Take me to Boyd." Erica voice slowly gets less and less hoarse.
Peter watches the interaction with interested eyes. Scott looks at the beta helplessly. Tonight was the full moon and he could see the agitation in her body. The glow of her eyes. "Come one Erica lets go."
The bright betas eyes narrow. "Where's Boyd?"
"Dead Barbie. Now lets take you back to my brother." Peters face remains impressive.
Scott's eyes turn to Peter's with shock as Lydia stare at the three wolves with a disinterested expression. In reality her mind is racing with ideas. The books she had stolen from Deaton and the library were wrong. Said they needed witch magic to bring the dead back. None spoke of banshee resurrection only of the banshee scream. How it foretold death. The banshee hearing the voices. In other words it was no help to Lydia.
The she-wolf glares at Peter before a howl rips out of her chest. The banshee covers her ears and the two wolves wince at the earbreaking sound and their faces morph into sympathetic frowns. The howl was one of lost hope. The blonde seemed to deflation instantly. "Lets go to Derek. He can explain everything." The alpha pulls Erica up and helps her to her feet. The body of the wolf is healed but tired.
The yellow eyes turn to Lydia. They seem to stare into her soul before Scott lifts her into his arms. Peter's hand on her elbow make her jerk away. His eyes hold their normal mouthy and crazy self but also worry. "You've lost blood." Lydia looks down to her arm and sees the cut at her elbow. Blood drips down her forearm to her wrist before dropping off of her fingertips. The maker of the banshee rips his shirt and ties it around the bleeding appendage. The girl stumbles and the wolf picks her up. She struggles at first but exhaustion takes over. Her throat is raw and arm aching. Her heart aches even more. She had failed. She had brought back the wrong person.
Later that night Peter sits on her roof. Listening to her heartbeat. Her breathing is too irregular to be asleep. As he listens to his banshee sitting inside tears grace her face and then she opens her mouth to scream. To make everything stop so she can breath but nothing comes out. Her mouth is open in a silent scream. In agony as her eyes spill tears in a torrent. As her breath sticks to her throat.
Peters heart clenches at the feeling of agony he can smell and feel coming from Lydia. He hears feet on the concrete before a blur jumps on the roof. A low warning growl escapes the wolf's throat as she glares at Peter's agitated form. "Here for answers Buffy?"
The she wolf growls. "I can feel her pain. I came to help."
The blue eyed omega sighs. "Its not the physical pain you can take away." Erica sighs, her insides aching before she shrugs and moves towards the window. "What makes you think she'll just let you in? Let you comfort her?"
"I'm not you, so a whole of a hell lot better than yours you stalker." The resurrected beta knocks on the window as the rain pours down. The banshee opens her eyes and stares at the window fearfully. She meets bright yellow eyes.
Her face is broken and confused as she moves to the window. "Come to beg for treats or something?" Outside Peter Hale grins. He had chosen right when he bit Lydia. She was sarcastic, witty and smart. He had chosen right when he changed his teenagers. Scott became a true alpha and Lydia a banshee.
The blonde wolf climbs through the window and pulls the banshee into a hug. "I can feel it. Your pain."
The banshee tries to shrug the wolf off. "You can't take it so go back to your cave with Derek."
The she-wolf shrugs. "You're not the only one in pain." She shuts the window, peels off her jacket and slumps on the bed, her back against the wall.
"What? You think i'll comfort you and tell you everything is okay? Im not going pet you and reassure you." The banshee stands to the side of the bed cheeks wet but voice cutting.
The wolf shrugs. "Being around you makes it hurt less. Face it you need somebody. Ethan has Derek. Stiles has Malia and his father. Scott has Kira and his mom. Isaac has Mr. Argent. Argent has Isaac. They all have someone to turn to. Who do you have? Peter hale?" Outside the omega flinches yet remains on the roof body dripping with water.
"Fuck you. Go take yourself for a walk or something." Lydia knows she is right. Malia and Kira would never replace Allison and they all knew it but slowly they were helping the boys cope. Malia brought fresh air. She was funny and stubborn. She and Stiles seemed to heal together. Stiles from nogitsune debacle and Malia from killing her family. Kira is sweet and kind but shes no Allison. She helps Scott on his bad days. She doesn't push for a relationship even though everyone's seen it coming since before Allison died.
Ethan turned to Derek in his time of crisis. The beta was right, everyone had a person to lean on. Who did she have? Sure the boys comfort her and had for the last month but they had someone to light up their day and share the misery. That used to be Allison for her. Allison was her anchor. Her light. The wolf watches as the banshee comes to the same conclusion. "We are not going to be best friends. I'm not going to paint your nails and eat ice cream with you. I won't gossip with you and there is no way in hell you are copying my homework." The banshee pauses as the wolf grin just oh so much. "And no baying outside my window at night."
The wolf smirks. "Wouldn't dream of it." Outside Peter Hale sighs, he was now alone. Maybe he should call Cora. See if she wants to come back. Thoughts on family and pack bring him to the conclusion that with all this pack they need a house. A big one. He thinks of his burned old home. Maybe just maybe they could rebuild it. Buy it back from the County. A redemption, make new memories over the old painful ones. While his mind wanders about home and pack, inside bickering insues.
"You can sleep on the floor like a house dog. Prada's dog bed is open." The banshee sniffs.
The wolf grins. "Come on. I just spent who knows how long in the ground don't I deserve a nice soft bed?"
Eyes narrow as they stare at the she-wolf. "Did you take a shower before you came here?" Accusing eyes dip over a clean too large shirt and sweatpants.
The wolf rolls her eyes. "Yes princess I did. God, think you were a germaphobe or something."
"Excuse me for not wanting decayed maggot infested dirt all over my bed." The banshee's voice is annoyed.
The wolf grins up at her, teeth sharp against her lips. "Dont worry its safe to cuddle with me tonight."
Lydia scoffs. "Off. Off my bed." The wolf pouts and scoots to the foot of the bed.
"Cant we just sit on the bed for awhile? You didn't look like you were going to sleep." Hopeful eyes look up at the banshee.
Lydia rolls her eyes but sits down. The loneliness surrounding her lessens just a bit and they sit in silence. This lasts an hour before the wolf tires and sits up, her eyes move to the string tied tightly from the posts at the end of the bed. "Kinky are we Miss Martin?"
The banshee looks in question and opens her mouth to tell the wolf she wasn't into doggy position like the beta is, when she sees fingers primed ready on the silver string. Her mouth opens to stop the wolf. "Don-." But its to late the wolf plucks it and all she can hear are the voices.
Lydia. Lydia. Help us. Help us. You can help us.
Lydia? You saved her. Teach us.
They're dying all of them.
Lydia? Save me. Please. I can't handle the house anymore.
Lydia clamps her hands over her ears. From Deaton books she had learned she could hear other banshees and the dying. She could go to a place where death would or has happened. Her hands don't drown out the voices and one stands out above them all. Lydia? Breathe Lyds everything is fine. Breathe. The banshee lets out a sob at that and the wolf hears Peter tell her to not pluck the string again. Worried eyes turn to the string that is still vibrating. The wolf flashes her claws and cuts the string. Lydias mouth opens in a silent scream and Erica pulls her into a bonecrushing hug.
The banshee sobs into her neck and Erica can feel her heartbreak. The agony. The pain. She rocks Lydia, a low hum leaving her throat trying to calm the sobbing girl. Peter listens on the roof, heart aching as the girl breaks. He can't do anything to help her. To help one of the last people connected to him.
Slowly the banshee's cries soften and the girl falls asleep with her finger tangled in the shirt of the wolf. The wolf seeks comfort in the fact that she had someone even if that someone may be as broken as she is. Tears fall from the wolf's eyes before she buries her face into Lydia's hair. Slowly the wolf falls asleep to the warmth of another body near hers. She doesn't feel so cold anymore. Outside Peter Hale sits on the roof. He had planned to lead. He has always been the alpha but the resurrection only brought him back to life. Bloodline alpha forced into omega. Burned alive by a beta and a human. He could lead. Get his red eyes back without killing Scott but he lacked what Scott had. Loyalty. They would fight to the death for Scott. For Derek. They'd fight to kill him. Peter's thoughts run wild while the pack continues on in normalcy. Or what had become the normal.
Scott sleeps in his mother's bed. An occurrence that happened at least once a week. Ethan lays curled into Derek. Seeking the warmth he was missing. It didn't fill the void left from his brother. The wolf trembles his memory bringing the pain he felt as his brother was dying. Derek tightens his hold on the beta.
Stiles shakes in his sleep. His father sits in the bed, finger passing over his sons unkempt hair. Calming him. Isaac sleeps on the floor. Chris asleep on the couch. Chris's hand rests on the wolf's head. An unconscious act when the wolf had laid down below the sleeping hunter.
Malia stares outside at the moon, eyes glowing blue as she watches the stars. Kira sleeps fitfully, lights glowing by her bedside flickering and flickering. Her mother stands outside the door before moving to comfort.
The pack was having one of the bad nights. The full moon making them restless. The pain of one member transcending throughout the pack.