Lydia awoke to the feel of someone playing with her hair, frowning she opened her eyes to see Peter Hale standing by the bed.

"Ah, there you are Lydia. We have things to discuss." Peter said, a sadistic grin appearing on his lips.

"You're not real." She whispered, cowering closer to Derek.

"Come on now, wouldn't want to wake the pups." He held his hand out to her.

She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut, when she opened them again he was still there but this time his hand rested on Isaac's head. His claws lengthened as he dragged one down the side of the beta's face.

"Leave him alone." She whispered, her voice full of venom.

"It seems that you've become quite attached to this pack." He held his hand out, his eyes promising danger. Lydia wasn't sure if he could actually harm any of them but she didn't want to take the chance, so she took his hand and gently got out of bed.

Peter kept hold of her hand and led her over to the couch, pushing her down onto a cushion before taking a seat next to her. She was tempted to move away but she knew he would only move with her. She cringed as he lifted up a lock of her hair and played with it, she quietly wondered what it was with him and her hair.

"What do you want?" She asked.

"Well, many things really but we'll start small. I know you've recently discovered you are related to a long dead witch."

Lydia nodded.

"Which means you can now understand how I can use you."

"No, all I get are visions of the past and seeing you."

"Your power is greater than that sweet Lydia. You will help me…I can make you but it would be easier for you if you just do what I say." Peter told her as he gave a little yank on her hair. "You remember what I showed you last?"

Lydia shivered in fear of the memory; she could still feel the fire burning her skin. Smell the stench of burning flesh and hear the screams of fear and pain. "Yes."

"That was my family. My family that was herded together like cattle and burned to death because of what they are. All except Derek and Laura of course, but then again Derek was a big part of why it happened." His eyes flickered over to the bed; she could see the hatred burning in his eyes as he stared at the sleeping form of Derek.

Lydia jumped up and moved towards the bed her stance becoming one of protection. "You're lying. What happened to your family, his family, was all because of the hunters."

Peter laughed as he stood up. "Derek didn't tell you? He didn't tell you how he fell in love at a foolish young age with the daughter of a hunter who was a hunter herself. He didn't tell you how he brought her around our family or how while he was with her when she had people come and kill us in our own home."

"That wasn't his fault. Kate Argent lied and manipulated him; the only thing he is guilty of is loving the wrong person." Lydia told him, her voice rising as her anger mounted.

"Tell me then…who should he fall in love with? You? The girl that puts on a false smile and parades around like an object just for attention that her own parents won't give her? The girl related to a witch who slaughtered a family of werewolves?" Peter said as he stepped closer to her.

Lydia knew he was playing on her worries and fears. She also knew deep down that Derek knew her better than that, and that he didn't care about the bloodline she carried. That didn't mean that the words still didn't hurt. Tears leaked from her eyes to fall on her cheeks, she backed away when Peter came forward and touched her cheek. He smiled at her and then she felt a pain rip through her midsection. Looking down she saw that he had sunk his claws into her abdomen, her blood pouring from her and onto his hands and floor.

"You will help me Lydia. I'll only keep coming back until you really do go insane. Who will want you then?" He twisted the claws in her stomach and she let out of scream of pain before dropping to her knees.

She looked up to see him gone and she bent over, her head touching the floor as she broke down in sobs. She felt hands wrap around her and she fought against them, hitting and clawing at believing it to be Peter.

"Lydia." She recognized that voice and looked up to see Derek there, worry written all over his face. She grabbed him and held him close, the tears coming faster and the sobbing taking her breath. She heard creaking from the bed as the betas stood to leave them alone. As the left they made sure to brush a hand over her hair and then they were gone. She stayed there, wrapped in Derek's arms for what could have been minutes or hours. Finally she pulled back a little to look up at him, knowing she had to look horrible.

Derek only leaned down and kissed her before brushing the tears away. "What happened?" He asked, his voice quiet and full of concern.

"He came back and I tried to ignore him but then he put a hand on Isaac. I don't know if he can hurt any of you so I got up and listened to what he had to say."

"What did he have to say?" Derek asked after she took a long pause.

"Nothing and everything. He wouldn't answer why he needed me but he…he told me what happened with your family. About Kate, about you, everything. He tried to blame you and when I defended you he said some things and then…" She reached down and lifted her tank top and there were five claw shaped scars right next to the long ragged scars from when he had attacked her the first time. Derek ran his hand over her flesh, touching each scar.

"I'm sorry he hurt you." He said quietly, his voice full of emotion.

She shook her head and placed a hand over his. "It's not your fault, none of it is." She told him and he knew she was speaking about more than just her scars. He stared down at her for the longest time, his face betraying every emotion he felt. Lydia lifted a hand to his cheek before lifting up and kissing him.

The kiss started out slow but soon rose as they became desperate. They were desperate to erase the pain and memories for a while and desperate to just lose themselves in each other. Derek picked her up and carried her back to the empty bed; he followed her down and came to rest between her legs. She ran her hands over his back and shoulders to bury into his hair, to bring him closer. She shivered under his hands as he ran a hand over her bare shoulder down her side and then she felt his hand on her hip, his thumb rubbing circles over her hip bone. Wanting more she reached down and helped him out of his shirt, losing contact for the briefest moment before he claimed her lips again. She ran her hands over his back, reveling in the feel of his heated skin under her hands. Before too long she was out of her shirt, bare to him. He caressed her bare breast, his thumb rubbing over her hardened nipples eliciting moans from her.

"Derek." She moaned against his mouth and he understood what she needed. She could feel his arousal as he rocked against her center. With shaking hands she reached down and helped him remove his boxers and then she was relieved of the rest of her clothing.

He positioned himself at her entrance but paused and locked eyes with her. "Condom?" He asked, his breathing ragged.

"Pill." She told him before leaning up to kiss him again.

He was in her in a solid thrust and they groaned in union. Lydia lifted her legs and locked them around his hips to bring him deeper. His thrust was slow and measured as they fell into a steady rhythm, but then she bit his lip and he groaned. He picked up speed, thrusting faster and deeper with each thrust and she felt the beginning of her release building. Her nails dug into his shoulders which seemed to spur him on and then she came, hard and fast with him following after. They lay there with him resting on her his face in the crook of her neck as he breathed in their combined scent. She held onto him, not wanting to let go only wanting to stay connected as long as they could. Eventually she had trouble breathing and he moved off her to lay by her side. She turned on her side to face him and smiled, he pulled her into his arms with her lying half way on top of him. They fell asleep soon after, without fear of haunting memories or ghost coming back from the dead.

…..Meanwhile upstairs in Lydia's old room…..

The rest of the pack had curled up on the bed and turned on the ceiling fan and the stereo was turned on to a medium setting so they didn't hear Derek and Lydia's conversation. It seemed to be private and they knew that after a week of them constantly being around each other, the pair needed time to themselves.

"Do you think she's alright? Should we go see?" Isaac asked.

Erica snorted as Boyd shook his head. "I think that your mommy is doing just fine with Derek." Erica told him.

"She's not my mommy." Isaac said looking away from her.

"With the way you sleep curled up in her arms, are you sure about that?" She knew the reason why Isaac had grown attached to Lydia, maybe even more attached than her or Boyd but she couldn't help but tease him.

"Erica." Boyd said, warning her to give Isaac a break.

"What? He knows I'm only playing around." She looked over at Isaac and sighed as he continued to be silent. Sighing she moved closer to him and turned him over so he was in her arms like he was with Lydia. "I have you tonight, Isaac. You can sleep." She told him and smiled when she felt him relax against her.

Boyd watched the two for a moment before lying against Erica's back. He knew she was teasing Isaac, but he also knew that Erica needed Lydia and them all almost as much as Isaac did.

…..

Lydia awoke a few hours later to the sound of her alarm going off. Groaning she rolled over and smacked her hand on the top of the clock to shut it up.

"Morning." Derek said on a yawn.

"Morning." She snuggled against him, running a hand over his bare chest. "I say we lay in bed all day."

"Although I'm not opposed to that plan, I don't think your mother will appreciate finding her daughter in bed with a naked man." He told her as he brushed a lock of hair out of her face.

Lydia scoffed, "My mom would only look shocked and run back up the stairs."

He smirked and lightly pinched her hip. "You can't miss school."

She rolled her eyes and got out of the bed, walking towards the bathroom. "Care to help me?" She grinned over her shoulder. Derek was out of the bed and after her within seconds, her laughter turned to a moan as he kicked the bathroom door shut behind them.

Later after a very long shower Lydia kissed him before heading upstairs to wake everyone else for school. She smiled when she found them in her old bedroom, spread across the bed. Flipping the light on and walked towards the bed shaking them each to wake them up.

"We got school." She told them.

"Let's skip" Isaac said even as he rolled out of bed.

Lydia giggled as she remembered her earlier words to Derek. "Unfortunately Derek said we have to go to school.

"Of course he did." Erica replied.

Boyd was already up and heading towards the shower, he paused to hug her and mumble a tired "good morning" before disappearing into the bathroom.

…After School…..

After Lydia dropped of Isaac and Erica at home and changed into her outfit for the barbeque Boyd and her were on their way to his house.

"You look nervous." He said as he played with the dials on the radio, trying to find something to listen to.

"I want your family to like me," she shrugged. "It's a first for me. I usually only say hi and bye to my friends family."

Boyd smiled, "My family will love you. They're not use to me bringing friends home so when we get there they might be a little over excited."

"Can't wait." She told him honestly.

Ten minutes later they were at his house. On the walk up to the front door she could hear music and laughter coming from inside and the backyard. Her nerves got the better of her and she started playing with her hands. Sensing her nervousness, Boyd reached out and took her hand. She relaxed instantly and was once again shocked about how just a touch from anyone of the pack had her calm. It would never cease to amaze her. Boyd led her inside the house, pulling her away from her thoughts.

"Mom, we're here." He called out over the talking.

Immediately all eyes were on them and Lydia smiled her best smile and waved. A woman came out of the kitchen and grabbed Boyd up in a hug then turned to look at Lydia.

"Look how gorgeous you are." The woman said and hugged her before pulling back and taking her hand that Boyd wasn't holding. "I'm Boyd's mother, Vivian but you can call me Vi." She led her away through the people and into the kitchen. Lydia was told everything there was to eat and as a plate was made for her, she never would be able to eat it all, she was sat down outside with Boyd besides her eating happily.

"So how long have you known my Boyd?" Vi asked.

Lydia sat down her fork before answering. "Well I knew who he was through school, but the last couple weeks were when we started talking." She smiled at Boyd. "You have a great son." Lydia told her.

"Thank you. Well he hasn't been able to stop talking about you. Lydia cooked this, Lydia threw a pool party for all of us, and Lydia this, and Lydia that. So I had to meet you." Lydia blushed and smiled at Boyd.

"Yeah I love having him, Derek, Erica, and Isaac around. They've helped me a lot…" She trailed off wondering how much she knew about Lydia's accident.

Vi patted her hand. "I heard about what happened to you, are you feeling better now?"

Lydia nodded. "Yes, much better."

"It's the craziest thing about that mountain lion. You poor thing must have been scared to death."

Lydia almost chocked on her drink when she mentioned the mountain lion, she could only nod in response. Absentmindedly she touched her side where the scars were, her thoughts going to what had happened.

"Lydia?" Boyd asked quietly and she looked up to see them both watching her.

Taking her hand away from her stomach she cleared her throat. "Sorry, my mind went…"

Vi nodded and patted her hand again. "I'll just leave you two alone. There's more in the kitchen if you're still hungry." After that she left them alone.

Boyd picked up her plate and took half of it onto his plate, she smiled gratefully. "Thanks."

"No problem. So I've been meaning to ask you about this morning."

"Umm…Peter paid me a visit." She told him.

"Do you mind telling me what happened?" He asked.

"He just went on about how he needed me but he wouldn't tell me what for. He's just trying to play with my head." She gave him a small smile.

Boyd frowned in concern. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'll be even better when he goes away."

He nodded in response. "Yeah, little momma you'll be alright. We all have your back."

After that they finished eating and Lydia was taken around to meet the rest of his family. When dark fell they headed home, both tired and their stomachs full. Boyd's mother had sent them back to Lydia's house with enough food to feed the others and more so the pack should be happy. When they got home and walked inside they saw that Erica and Isaac were in the pool with Derek sitting on the side. Lydia watched as he laughed as Erica picked up and tossed Isaac across the pool before jumping on the betas back, playfully holding him under. It was one of the first times she had seen him laugh without it being forced. She smiled before walking outside and leaned down to kiss him.

"Hi." He said as he grinned against her lips.

"Hi." She kissed him again before pulling back. "Vi sent food home with us, there's a lot so how about you guys go eat." She told him.

Derek nodded before telling Isaac and Erica it was time to eat. When they was all seated at the counter and laughing and talking about whatever crossed their minds, Lydia felt safe and at home with them. She laughed at a joke Isaac was telling, but it was cut off when she looked across the room she saw Peter there a sadistic smile on his face as he watched the small pack.

"Lydia, what's wrong?" Derek asked.

"Nothing, I'm fine." She forced a smile as she looked back at him. "I'm fine." She told him again.

He nodded and went back to eating and listening to the others, all the while Lydia was very much aware that Peter Hale was there. Maybe he always had been but never made himself known. Something must have changed because now he was there and Lydia had a feeling he would make himself present more so than ever.