After finding out half of her friends were supernatural, things had been slow.

There were no further animal attacks, and no voices or screaming. She still hadn't ventured out to find the body she assumed belonged to the scream that nearly left Isaac deaf, but she didn't doubt it would be happening soon. The guys had all agreed Allison should know as well, since she and Lydia were a package deal and there was no way Lydia could keep all this from her.

So, Scott invited the two of them to his house for a "movie marathon" later that day.

If Lydia thought she had it bad when she found out her friends were supernatural, this was nothing in comparison.

The only word she could use to describe the atmosphere was awkward. Lydia and Allison arrived fashionably late to see all three boys huddling around the kitchen island nervously (it was really only Isaac; he looked like a wreck).

"So, what movie are we watching first?" Allison asked cheerily, completely oblivious.

Scott scratched the back of his head. "We actually invited you here to talk."

"Oh," she furrowed her eyebrows, "is this about Lydia and the bodies? Do you guys know anything?"

Lydia rolled her eyes because for once she didn't want the conversation to lead back to her. "No. I mean, yes, but not right now."

Stiles stifled a laugh and she shot him a sharp look. "Lydia isn't the only one in this room with weird abilities."

Allison's eyes widened. "You too?"

Scott snorted, "oh god, no way in hell."

"Okay, you're gonna pay for that one," Stiles replied sassily, elbowing his best friend. "Allison, how familiar are you with werewolves?"

Allison's eyes widened once again. "Um, not very?"

"Because that's what Scott and Isaac are," Stiles deadpanned. Lydia rolled her eyes; he was really bad at breaking the news to people. Scott and Isaac were already shaking their heads, but Stiles looked very pleased with himself.

"What?"

Lydia decided to take over because Isaac looked like he was going to throw up and Scott, like he was planning Stiles's murder. "The supernatural exists," Allison looked dumbfounded. "I don't know how, but it does. Werewolves exist and one of them attacked Scott and Isaac one night, so now they're werewolves."

There was silence for the next ten seconds and Lydia was worried Allison was going to pass out.

But suddenly, she started laughing.

"What's going on?" Stiles whispered, staring at her.

When no one else started laughing, Allison stopped and said, "oh my god, you're serious?"

"Quite serious. Their eyes glow and they have claws and fangs and they're actually really ugly if I'm being honest—ow!" Lydia had smacked his stomach with a huff. "And our dear Lydia here is also supernatural, she's a banshee."

Allison looked so confused, it was adorable. "What the hell is a banshee?"

"Basically, it means I scream when someone is going to die and then magically find the body," Lydia replied, wrinkling her nose. It sounded extremely morbid when she explained it like that. "It's really fun, to be honest."

"I need to sit down," Allison muttered, and Isaac pulled out a chair. "So, you're a werewolf," she pointed at Scott and he nodded. "And you are too?" Isaac nodded, looking slightly guilty. "And you find dead bodies."

Stiles nodded on Lydia's behalf. "I'm not really sure how that whole thing works yet, but I've been doing research. It's a little difficult because no one actually believes banshees are real."

"Actually, that reminds me," Scott mentioned, turning to Stiles, "did your dad say anything about the bodies Lydia found?"

Stiles frowned. "No. He's kept quiet, I'm not really sure what that means. He hasn't mentioned the bird attack either," he gestured to Lydia, "I think he has enough animal attacks on his hands as it is."

After that, the conversation dwindled down to short small talk. "Hey Lydia, we should head out soon."

"Are you sure?" Scott interjected. "We can totally watch a movie and I can order some pizza or something."

Allison shook her head, smiling politely. "No, it's okay. I really just need time to process this all. We'll talk tomorrow at school!"

If the news affected her in any way, she was hiding it especially well. With a smile on her face, she made her way to the door, Lydia following behind cautiously. She shared a glance with Isaac who was biting his lip nervously, but she just sent him a reassuring smile. He always knew Lydia would have his back.

"Hey," Allison whirled around suddenly, after opening the front door. "I really do appreciate you guys trusting me with this."

Scott sent her a friendly smile. "Of course."

…

"What the hell just happened?" Allison breathed as soon as Lydia pulled out of Scott's driveway. She started laughing again because that was just her automatic go-top nervous tick. Finding out your best friends are supernatural is not something to be taken lightly; it can't be. It's a completely new atmosphere and life and it was really going to take her more than five minutes to get over it.

Lydia frowned, patting her knee quickly. "If it makes you feel better, I lost my shit when I found out too."

"When did you find out?" She asked with an arched eyebrow.

Lydia snorted before saying, "I saw Scott's eyes glowing when I was drugged out of my mind. I also figured something was up when he kept avoiding the topic of the dead bodies."

"This is freaking nuts."

"This doesn't change anything though, right?" Lydia asked quietly.

Allison turned to her. "What do you mean?"

"Like between us. I have no idea what being a banshee even means, but it's probably going to come with some pretty fucked up stuff. If you're not okay with that, I totally und—"

"Lydia, for the love of god, stop right there," Allison interrupted, laughing. "We have been friends for a long as I can remember. You better not think that some supernatural shit is gonna change that."

For a second, Allison was appalled that Lydia would even think she would ever abandon her like that. But then she remembered, being thrust into this world without any knowledge of it in the first place, could not have been easy.

"If you want to go out and find dead bodies, great, I'll be right there with you," she added, grinning at her. "This is probably gonna be scary as hell for you, but you're not doing this alone."

Lydia smiled, genuinely feeling happy with the words of her best friend. "So, I'm assuming this doesn't change your feelings for Isaac either?"

Allison's face instantly heated up and Lydia didn't even bother holding in her laugh. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm not blind, Ally."

"I still don't know what you're talking about," she responded, "but no, nothing has changed."

"Fantastic. But can you guys speed things along because I'm getting really tired of him staring at you like a puppy dog."

Allison rolled her eyes, muttering, "okay, Lydia." Her eyes caught on the side mirror, squinting at something she saw. "Lydia, did you see that?" She asked her friend, both of them turning around to look behind them, as they were stopped at a red light.

Lydia was about to speak, but as usual in her past few days, something extreme happened before she even had the chance. She heard the crash before she felt the shards of glass against her skin, but as she whirled back around, she was stunned.

It was a deer.

It had somehow crashed right into the middle of her car, straight through the windshield, with its poor head hanging through it. It was when Lydia felt the first of the glass shards hit her skin that she felt it; the overwhelming aura around her that shocked her to the core. She knew this was more than just an innocent deer crash. She could feel it radiating off the deer, along with its' fear.

Her throat felt raw from screaming as she rushed out of the car as fast as possible. She looked around, expecting to find Allison, but she didn't see her anywhere. "Allison?" She yelled in alarm. She rushed over to the passenger's seat and ripped open the door, only to find Allison with her hands pressed against her abdomen.

There was a large shard of glass lodged in her stomach and Lydia immediately paled.

"Oh my god," she muttered. But then it was as if something switched inside her, where her panic disappeared. It was probably the adrenaline, knowing she couldn't save Allison's life if she was busy panicking. "Keep your hands on the wound, press hard," she instructed Allison, who was doing her best to keep her face calm. Lydia pulled out her cellphone as she helped Allison press it down.

"What a day," Allison joked quietly, breathing deeply.

Lydia sent her a fond smile. "We actually have the worst luck on the planet."

With her cellphone, she quickly called 911 and demanded an ambulance immediately. Afterwards, she dialed Isaac's number.

"Hey Lydia! How's Allison? Is she freaked out? Does she still like me? What did y—"

"Isaac, listen!" Lydia interrupted hotly. She could see Allison's eyelids start to get heavy and she knew she couldn't let her pass out. "Quick, I don't have much time. A deer ran into us when I was driving home. It wasn't normal, it came straight down the middle and I don't know what it means. I'm fine but a shard of glass pierced Allison's stomach. Ambulance is on their way, meet me at the hospital!"

"Wha—oh my god," Isaac hesitated. Lydia could tell he wanted to say more but he knew there was no time. "Fuck, okay, I'll meet you there."

Lydia shoved her phone into the back pocket of her jeans. She was down on her knees, using both hands to press of the wound. Allison's arm had become tired and she couldn't hold on anymore. "Hey Ally, you know you can't close your eyes. You have to stay awake, right here with me, okay?

Allison had a lazy smile on her face, her eyes open, but far away. "I just need to sleep a little. I love you."

And then Allison passed out and all the panic Lydia had been feeling earlier came rushing back. She didn't even realize she was crying until the paramedics told her she could take her hands off the wound now. She did and her hands were covered in blood. She watched as they loaded her up onto the stretcher and into the back of the ambulance.

The paramedic in charge looked at her before closing the door to the rig. "Are you coming?"