Everything happened so fast; the three werewolves coming towards her, ready to attack, and suddenly she was on the floor, too scared to scream or ask for help. Thankfully she didn't have to, because Derek was in front of her, in his werewolf form. He growled at them. The trio didn't expect that, their leader against them, and they stopped, paralyzed, afraid of their alpha.

"What is she doing here?"

Erica hated Lydia, you could notice that in her tone and even in the way she stared at Lydia. But Derek wouldn't let anything happen to Lydia; she was with them now, at least until their questions were answered.

"She saved me. She helped me get here and I was explaining everything to her. Nobody is gonna hurt her, and that's an order."

Derek gave a 'bad wolf look' to the trio and turned to Lydia, who was still on the floor, heart beating very fast.

"Hey, are you okay?"

He extended both arms to help her up and she accepted. She got up, but stayed behind him, holding his hand.

Isaac and Boyd were still trying to understand the scene in front of them: Derek was protecting Lydia. It was very weird. They were so different, and never had a real interaction until now. How did she save him? It was all very confusing. Erica was confused too, but her anger was the prevalent feeling. She kept staring at Lydia, watching her movements. When Lydia got up, her eyes locked up with Erica's, and after a moment Erica, unable to control her hate, smirked, getting closer to Lydia and Derek, her eyes yellow. She heard Lydia's heartbeat rise, and before Derek could do anything, a little ball of light hit Erica in the chest, throwing her back. Everyone stared at Erica for a moment, before turning to Lydia, who was shocked.

"I…I don't know what happened! I'm sorry…"

Lydia sat down, looking anywhere but to them. She had been scared of Erica's movements, so maybe that's when her powers showed, when she was scared?

"What the hell is she? A witch or something?"

"We don't know. That's how she helped me, and we have to find out. Isaac, go and bring the vet here. He might know what's going on. Erica and Boyd are going to help Lydia with the books we have here. They might have some information."

"What about you, Derek?"

"I'm going to rest a little…my body still aches and I might need strength later today. I want to talk with the vet, so wake me when he gets here,"

Isaac was the first one to move. He trusted his alpha, so there were no objections in his plan. Erica and Boyd were still a little reluctant about what they were supposed to do, but after some minutes Boyd caught Erica's hand and guided her to where the books were located. Derek started to move towards him "room" when two small hands gripped his left arm. He turned to sees Lydia's frightened face. She seemed very scared of them, but not him. Why was that, he wondered.

"Don't leave me here, please."

"You will be fine, Lydia."

"But I don't trust them. I trust you."

Lydia haven't realized she really trusted Derek until the words were out of her mouth, She really trusted him. She looked into his eyes and felt safe, like she never had with anyone before, even Jackson. She wanted him to stay there, by her side.

Derek caught her hand and walked towards the table, joining Boyd and Erica. He made her sit and pushed a broken chair to sis next to her. He noticed that now her heartbeat rate fell and that she was breathing slowly, and it all happened because he stayed there, by her side.

For about an hour they stayed there, quiet, reading the books and waiting for Isaac to return. After ten minutes of research Derek fell asleep at the table, and Lydia couldn't help but to stare at him some moments. He looked so peaceful when sleeping. Looking at him in that moment you would never imagine he was the brooding and angry person he usually was. Lydia sensed someone staring at her, so she moved her gaze quickly back to the book, not making eye contact with anyone of the table, scared to find who was watching her, but she it didn't stop her to notice the book that was under Derek's hand: on the side it was written 'Hale'. Slowly, she raised Derek's hand and caught the book without waking him. She was aware that the two werewolves were staring at her, but she didn't care, she was curious. She wanted to know more about Derek's story. The book was beautiful: it was dark blue with black and gold ornaments. She opened and realized it wasn't a book, but a diary with woman handwriting; maybe Derek's mom or Laura's? She started to flip through the pages until a picture caught her attention: it was a black werewolf and next to him it was a woman, touching his transformed body. Under the image was written 'Malefica and the wolf'. Lydia knew that Malefica was Latin for witch, so she thought this could mean something, and started to read what the woman had written on the diary:

A Malefica is able to create a very strong bound with a werewolf, being able to cure him faster and giving him more strength through her touch. The Malefica's power only appears when she is in direct contact with her wolf.

Before she could finish the reading, Isaac appeared with Deaton behind him. She was going to awake, but when she looked at him, his eyes were open and he was staring at her. How long has he been like this?

"Deaton is here."

Unable to keep looking at Derek, Lydia stood up and walked towards Deaton who was observing Derek and Lydia with a interested expression.

"So, Lydia, Isaac here told me that you are some kind of witch? That you created a ball of light?"

"Hum, yes..and I can ease people's pain, at least Derek's…"

She looked at her right side and saw Derek staring at her, Again. She flushed and looked around and saw that everyone was there, at her side, watching Lydia and Deaton's conversation very intently.

"Do me a favor and hold Isaac's hand, Lydia."

For a moment the werewolves thought Deaton was joking. Why would Lydia do that? But they were taken by surprise, especially Isaac, when Lydia caught his hand in hers, never taking her eyes of Deaton. After a moment of shock, Isaac closed his hand around hers, taking in the warmth that the contact created.

"Now, imagine that you are being attacked and you have to defend yourself and Isaac. Try to use your power."

Lydia knew what he was trying to do. If she really was a Malefica then nothing would happen, because she was holding Isaac's hand and not Derek's. That's why she didn't questioned Deaton's plan; that was the best way to discover if she was a Malefica. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine they were in danger; she saw Peter and his red eyes. She started to feel scared, every werewolf in the room noticed that, and she gripped Isaac's hand tighter. She imagined hitting Peter with her power, with that ball of light, but nothing happened, at least not outside her imagination.

"I'm Malefica, right?"

"Probably. How do you know about it?"

"I read something about it in one of the books."

"Oh…ok, so now hold Derek's hand and try it again."

Lydia held his hand and felt a jolt of electricity flow between their hands. It took her some moments to concentrate; holding his hand felt so good, but she closed her eyes and tried to continue with the Deaton's plan. She imagined the same thing as before: Peter, red eyes and the ball of light, but this time a barrier of light appeared, involving her and Derek, like it was protecting them.

"Derek is your wolf."

"What is that suppose to mean? And what is Lydia?"

Derek was impatient. Why couldn't the vet just explain what Lydia was? And what was that about him being her wolf?

"Through centuries, in all packs, there was always a person that was neither werewolf nor human; it was a Malefica. A Malefica is a kind if witch that was there to protect the pack, but stories say that the Malefica's power were reduced when one killed her own pack. For many years the packs were only composed with werewolves, until one day a wolf had a connection with a woman, a Malefica, but she can only protect the wolf she has a connection, her werewolf, not the whole pack like before. A Malefica has the power to heal werewolves and give strength to her wolf, but she can also use her powers to protect herself and the wolf at the same time, like Lydia did just now, but she is not capable of killing. So Derek, you are Lydia's wolf, and you two share a very profound bound."

Lydia stayed quiet after Deaton stopped talking. She was looking at the floor, trying to absorb all the information. At her side, Derek was the contrary: he couldn't stay still. He kept walking through the room, thinking about what the vet said, connecting everything that happened that night. That's probably why Lydia was immune, and that's why he felt so good when she touched him; it was because they shared a connection, with him and only him. Derek wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

Lydia caught Derek's hand and he stopped walking, staying by her side. He looked at her face and saw that she was confused. Lydia was now part of the whole craziness of supernatural creatures. She didn't know what she was supposed to do now and wasn't sure if she was relieved to be finally part of this or not. She stared at Derek and saw the confusion in his eyes as well. He quickly turned his gaze to Deaton, not wanting to look at her.

"So what happens now?"

"Well, now she is part of your pack."