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Chapter 5
Stiles dreamt of a beach. The sand was soft and damp as he slowly walked down the shoreline. He felt an overwhelming sense of worry, one that he couldn't quite place. Across the water, in the distance, he could make out the shape of Lydia's boat house. He stared at the familiar scene until something at his feet caught his attention. Leaning down, he plucks one of Allison's gloves from the water before it could be pulled back by the current. He examines it, his fingers running over the damp leather.
Stiles could suddenly feel a presence behind him, he quickly turned to find Allison standing there, staring. She seemed to be looking at him, though really it was more that she was looking straight through him, at the boathouse.
"Allison…?" His heart seemed to skip a beat as he took a step toward his fallen friend.
She began walking, her feet never making an impression in the sand below them, until she was right in front of him. It was then that she finally made eye contact with him.
She whispered, "answers will be revealed when the water is at its darkest, and the sky at its lightest."
He looks at her in confusion. But just as he is about to question her, she passes through him and dissolves into the water.
"Oh, come on!" He throws the glove into the water where she had disappeared.
As the glove sank to the bottom of the lake, the scene became fuzzy and he felt like he was falling.
His eyes snap open and he finds himself back where he had been what seemed like moments ago, Kira fast asleep on the couch across from him. Glancing to his left, he finds that his favorite strawberry blond is no longer there. Assuming she had gone to use the restroom, or possibly to get something to drink from the kitchen, he closes his eyes in an attempt to drift back to sleep.
Lydia finds herself once again at the edge of the dark water, under the brightly lit moon in the sky. She leans over the edge, as if reaching for something, until her entire form topples into the freezing waves. Though the water is icy, her body feels ablaze, as if every molecule within her is dancing.
So she swims, and swims, for what seems like hours. Somehow feeling too carefree and energized to even question the tail that formed, almost like magic, when she was enveloped by the black water.
When the sun finally begins to rise, Lydia pulls herself up onto the edge of the dock and examines her newfound appendage. Finally, the gravity of what she was looking at finally sets in. Before she can even begin to question what was going on, she hears the voice of someone who was quickly approaching the boat house. Before she can even begin to panic, the tail is gone, and is magically replaced by her soft pale legs once more.
"Lydia, what're you doing out here, everyone's looking for you," Malia's tone is annoyed, but it could easily be told that she was relieved to have found the redhead in one piece. She offers her hand, and assists Lydia in standing from her perch on the splintery wooden surface of the dock. "I found her guys!" She calls into the house as they enter.
Each pack member emerges from a different place in the house, with looks on their faces that displayed both worry and relief.
"Where were you? We were worried." A drowsy looking Kira asks, taking Lydia into a tight hug, though quickly recoiling out of it. "And why are you… wet?"
"Just went for a morning swim…" Lydia says innocently, which rewards her with a look from her pack mates that said 'uh oh Lydia's lost it again'. Which if she was being honest with herself, may actually be true. A tail, come on Lydia, she thought, you have to have imagined it. But somehow she knew she hadn't. Which somehow scared her even more than the thought of losing her mind.