The clicking of heels against the tile floor of the underground of the club, Peter's lair as so many thought of it, was a constant steady beat of a rather angry Lydia. That had Jackson following a few steps behind in a bit of respect and a solid dose of fear, even as he postured as if he was the big bad to fear of the two of them. He couldn't bear the thought of her going down into the trenches by herself with not only Peter but this freak Stiles, so he insisted on coming along and playing bodyguard to a girl who was more than capable of taking care of any threat thrown her way.

Dressed head to toe in designer wear, makeup perfectly done, not a hair so much as out of place Lydia Martin looked like one of those air head, old money heiresses. She was not. She was a cold blooded killer who had the brains and the brawn thanks to the werewolf attributes she had obtained since being recruited by Derek. Bursting through Peter's bedroom door without bothering to knock Lydia wanted to see this new addition their Alpha and surprisingly Peter both wanted to add to their numbers. What she saw, made her mind pause in it's calculating for just a moment.

There Peter was with no doubt their would be new pack mate both shirtless Peter was ever so lightly tracing each and every scar as he spoke in a low soothing tone while the younger man held himself perfectly still as though it was taking all of his effort not to move away from the kind touches. Neither payed either Lydia or Jackson any attention which allowed Lydia to hear what Peter was saying to the young man. "My scars, they are invisible now. They healed, but it took many years and some days when I look in the mirror and see this unblemished face it feels like I'm not really seeing me. I still see and feel the uneven and ugly bubbling of burnt skin, even though it's not there." The boy touched the side Peter's face softly, managing to pick the one that once bore the scars of which he spoke.

"I see your scars, even if your body no longer carries the weight. They are still in your eyes, and they weren't for nothing, they gave you the strength to become what was needed for your pack to survive and become what it is now." While inside Lydia was shocked and touched by the words from both men especially the scarred human she held fast to the expressionless mask on her face clearing her throat to gain their attention. And gain their attention it did.

Lydia stumbled back a step right into Jackson's arms, a throwing knife sticking out of her stomach. While yes the knife did hurt she could tell there was no wolfsbane on it so the only real damage was to her shirt which she happened to like. She learned an important lesson though in that one move. Never, under any circumstance startle this new member, Stiles Derek had called him. Peter let out a boisterous laugh while Jackson snarled at the boy as he held her up. She pulled the knife free without so much as a flinch but felt the need to congratulate the boy on even managing to touch her with the knife let alone hit home in her abdomen. "That was quite a good shot Stiles. Seems like you know your way around your weapons despite being human. I suppose if you count the scars you have experience on both ends of the knife don't you?"

Surprisingly it was Peter who flew off the bed and grabbed her by the neck eyes an icy blue that proved just how few scruples he had as Bolverk. Jackson tried to intervene but after a warning growl from Peter he backed down neck bent to display his submission to his superior. "That is enough Bolverk, she knew nothing of what she spoke or I assume she would be ashamed at the insult she gave to me and my pack." Peter did not look ready to let the Lydia go though so Stiles suggested a different type of punishment. "If it would satisfy you Bolverk, perhaps you could transfer the memory of how I came across my scars. Of what happened to my pack to the one who will one day take your place as the evil doer of the Hale pack."

Peter smiled cruelly at his pupil and for the first time in a long while Lydia felt fear of the eldest wolf. "That sounds more than fair my young Stilinski, she should know the truth of what she speaks and learn to be more careful with her words." "That sounds more than fair my young Stilinski, she should know the truth of what she speaks and learn to be more careful with her words." Her eyes widened at the name, the Stilinski's had been legendary. Human and wolf alike, but Kate Argent had taken them out. Killed them all, or so Lydia had thought. She had never given any thought to the rumors of a young boy, a human no less that had managed to survive the extermination of his pack.

Memory sharing was an unpleasant thing for everyone involved though Lydia had to admit it was no doubt going to be more painful for her than for the Stilinski boy. Peter used his hold on her neck to drag Lydia to where Stiles was still sitting on Peter's bed completely calm despite the fact he was about to relive the pain and torture both him and the rest of his pack had experienced. This only served to make Lydia more apprehensive, because she refused to admit to being afraid. Peter sat Lydia on the bed next to Stiles before climbing up behind them allowing his claws to extend before embedding them into both parties necks without any warning. Stiles remained silent eyes closed looking almost peaceful as Lydia let out an ear shattering scream that signaled nothing short of death and destruction of the most tortuous watched in frightened awe as Lydia screamed and cried as if being tortured herself, while Peter who was always so in control of his emotions had tears silently rolling down his face, and the guy that held a knife to his face just the night before looked perfectly calm in all the chaos.