Quick note: Anything in italics signals a flashback, memory or a thought. If it's used while someone is speaking, it's just for emphasis.

This chapter is going to be entirely from Lyra's POV as well!

Chapter Nine: The Broken

(Lyra's POV)

I remember my mother telling me stories when I was little. Grand stories about our kind, how our eyes could change colors- from yellow, to red, to blue, and how strong the bonds of love within a pack were.

I use to laugh at that. I saw how much my parents loved each other, as well as myself and my sister, but I never considered what it would be like to lose the loves I loved.

It only took one night to learn that. One night when a demonic Alpha and his pack attacked my home and destroyed my family. The pain would always be with me and it would never be easy seeing the very eyes which I stared into that night nearly every day.

Deucalion took everything from me, and upon my arrival to Beacon Hills, I realized how much more entwined our lives were with each other.

Because there was one story my mother told me, only once, that stayed with me for a long time. It was about a different werewolf, an Alpha that lived in the foothills of California. An Alpha that could change into a full wolf on the full moon, an Alpha that was stronger than any other Alpha.

I never heard my mother speak her name. She was merely known as The Alpha in my pack. No one questioned who she was, they knew. Whispers of her story were passed down throughout the years and more whispers followed about her family, her pack.

Now, I found it funny how stories about the past can become the stories of the present.

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He wasn't talking. Or eating. Or sleeping.

I stared at Derek, feeling helpless and scared to the bone. He was wilting away in front of me and there was nothing I could do or say to make him even look at me.

I knew how Boyd's death was affecting him. I knew that losing someone from your pack was like losing a piece of yourself, but this was different. Derek's green eyes were haunted, as if they were remembering something that was never meant to be remembered.

After a few days, I gave up and called Peter.

"Where the hell have you been?" I demanded harshly. I paced in front of Derek's room, clenching my phone tightly as I kept peering inside. Derek was awake, lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Around," Peter said.

"That's wonderfully vague," I snapped. "Look, I need your help. I know you know what's happened, I don't know how you know, but I need you here, ASAP."

"Lyra, you already owe me, if you're willing to owe me two favors…"

"Fine," I snarled. "Just hurry… Please."

"I'll be over tomorrow." I snarled again and shoved my phone back into my pocket.

I went back downstairs, distressed and tense. Cora quietly eyed me from the couch but didn't say anything while she worked on her homework. I paced in front of the window and ignored Cora as she opened the front door.

"Lyra?"

I turned and saw Isaac standing at the doorway. Cora was standing beside the taller teen, her gaze dark and worried. Isaac watched me patiently, gently, and I turned away from him.

"Did you call him?" I asked Cora, my voice harsher than expected.

"Yes," Cora said simply.

"Lyra," Isaac said quietly. "What can I do to help?" I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against the cool window.

"Nothing," I muttered. "There's nothing you can do."

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Abby and I were on the tire swing which was attached to the giant oak tree in front of our house. We watched Mom and Dad as they walked back up the trail together hand in hand. Abby and I stifled our giggles and elbowed each other with wide grins.

"What's up with all the giggling?" Mom asked, her blue-violet eyes sparkling. Dad scooped me up and tossed me in the air, making me squeal.

"Dad!" I protested. "I'm not a little girl anymore!" His light blue eyes sparkled.

"No, that's right, you're a teenager now…all grown up," he replied with a grin. I scoffed and elbowed him in the ribs. Abby laughed at us and Mom wrapped an arm around my sister's shoulders.

"Yes, Rob," Mom sighed. "Lyra's 14 now and Abby is 12. Where has the time gone?" Dad kissed Mom's forehead and Abby and I gagged, which made them laugh.

"I don't know, Margaret," Dad sighed in response. "I remember they use to be such nice girls."

"Hey!" Abby and I shouted together.

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I felt Isaac touch my shoulder and I looked up at him before allowing myself to lean against him. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder in a brotherly fashion and I sighed.

"How is he?" Isaac asked quietly. I shook my head.

"I don't know. Not good," I said, rubbing a hand over my tired eyes. Isaac rubbed my arm.

"Come on, let's go get you something to eat," he urged.

Wordlessly, I nodded and followed Isaac out of the loft. Cora looked at me while I closed the door and promised to keep an eye on Derek. I turned and walked down the stairs and handed Isaac the keys to my car. He looked up at me carefully.

"Normally I would be thrilled, but right now I'm worried about you," he said. I climbed into the car and leaned myself back a little, closing my eyes.

"I'm okay," I said softly. "I'll be okay when Derek's better."

Isaac didn't reply to that, instead he started that car and carefully pulled it out of the underground parking lot and drive into town.

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"What do you mean you have to go?" I demanded. Mom looked at me patiently.

"I told you, I'm going to California to meet with an old friend," she explained again. I frowned and crossed my arms.

"How long are you going to be gone? Who's your friend?" I asked, pouting. Mom smiled and wrapped an arm around me.

"Just for a week. I'm going to visit another pack there," she replied. I looked up into her eyes.

"Which one?" Mom shook her head.

"It doesn't matter. Your father will watch over you and Abigail while I'm gone, okay?"

"Okay," I muttered.

A few days later, she was gone. Anytime I asked my dad about where she was or who she was with, he evaded me with vague answers. I bitched about it to Abby almost every night.

"I don't get why she won't tell us anything!" I said with frustration. Abby quietly braided my hair as we sat on her bed.

"Maybe it's for our own good," she replied gently. "Pack business isn't something you usually worry about, Lyra. Why are you so worried?" I closed my eyes and turned to face my sister, playing with my waist length braid.

"I don't know, I just have a funny feeling about it," I admitted. Abby nodded and patted my hand. She was the quiet, more rational one out of the both of us, who balanced me out. I began braiding her long, light blond hair in turn, still worrying.

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"Lyra?"

I opened my eyes again and looked at Isaac. I realized he had driven back to Scott's house. I arched a brow at him and he shrugged, getting out of the car. I followed him, trying to figure out why he decided to bring me here.

Melissa was at the hospital while Scott was out with Stiles. Isaac surprised me by making us a few sandwiches before ushering me into the living room. We sat on the couch while the TV played in the background.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked after a while. Isaac looked at me.

"You looked like you needed to get away from the loft," he replied. "Something's bothering you."

"Derek," I said softly, looking down. "I'm worried about Derek. He's just…he's just not there, you know?"

"Do you think Boyd's death reminded him of…you know, his family?" I shoved my food aside and leaned back, staring at the ceiling.

"I don't know. I asked Peter to help but I don't know if that will help much…" I sighed. Isaac was quiet for a moment.

"What are we going to do?" he asked.

Before I could answer, my phone began buzzing. I saw it was Cora and I felt my heart leap into my throat.

"Cora?" I answered.

"Lyra!" she said. "It's Derek. He's gone."

"What do you mean gone?" I asked, standing. I motioned for Isaac to stay while I grabbed my keys.

"He's disappeared! I went into the kitchen and when I went to go check on him, he wasn't in his room, or anywhere in the loft."

"I'll be right over," I said quickly before hanging up. Isaac looked at me with wide eyes. I stared at him for a moment.

"Go," he urged. I whirled and ran to the door.

"Tell Scott and Stiles!" I called out before dashing to my car.

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Over the next few years, my mom would continuously return to California to meet with the other pack. She eventually admitted to me she was trying to create a peaceful alliance with them, since they were the largest pack closest to us.

One night, however, everything changed.

I was woken up by the sounds of my parents talking in the kitchen. I could hear my mom's voice, which was high and fearful, which made my heart freeze.

"He's going to find us, Rob," Mom whispered. "He's gone completely insane. He killed his Beta, and he went after the rest of his pack. You know what happens when we kill our kind!"

"Why would he come here?" Dad demanded. There was a long pause.

"We fought," Mom said quietly. "Before he was blinded by the hunter. He was angry because I didn't want to join him, he wouldn't listen, I told him I already had a pack!"

"Margaret," Dad breathed. Mom began crying and I got out of bed, creeping down the stairs. I saw my dad holding my mom to his chest, his eyes dark with worry.

"We'll be careful. We'll set up patrols and make sure he doesn't find us. If he wants to declare war on every wolf that crossed him, he'll have me to answer to."

"Mom? Dad?" I whispered. Mom turned around and her eyes widened.

"Lyra," she gasped. "Have you been listening?" I walked into the kitchen and crossed my arms, trying to look cool even though I was terrified by the look in my mom's eyes.

"Yes," I said. "What the hell is going on?"

Mom just walked over and grabbed me, yanking me into her arms. She clenched me close and began crying harder and I held her, fear and confusion twisting inside my heart.

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There was no sign of Derek anywhere. I growled in frustration when I realized he had masked his scent so I could barely track him. I searched the loft for any sign of where he might have gone.

I ordered Cora to stay at the loft while I grabbed a jacket. I went back into the forest, searching and tracking. I came across a few signs of the Alpha pack, which I ignored for the time being. I knew if I came across them they would have one very angry Alpha to deal with.

My fear and anger drove me throughout the rest of the day and the night. I searched the old Hale house and even went back to my old cottage, which stood abandoned again. There was no trace of Derek anywhere and by the end of the night, I felt like I was going insane.

Isaac joined me at the peak of the cliff that overlooked the entire town when the moon was at its highest. It was slowly growing again and I rubbed a hand over the back of my neck, ignoring the itchy feeling of my wolf prowling under the surface.

"We'll find him," Isaac said reassuringly.

"I hope so," I said quietly, my eyes scanning the distant lights. I rubbed a hand over my middle absently, not liking the weird feeling I had in my gut.

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As weeks passed, Mom grew more and more tense. Rumors of a deranged Alpha wolf spread like wildfire and when we heard he was moving closer to Colorado, Mom was reaching her wit's end.

"We should run," she said to my dad. Dad looked at her with a shocked expression.

"Run? We can't run, we have to stay and defend our territory!"

"Robert! What about our pack? Our daughters? Would you risk their lives just for a few acres of land?" she yelled. I closed my eyes and ran away into Abby's room. She didn't say anything, she just held out her arms, which I fell into.

"We can't leave here!" I cried. "This is our home. What's going to happen, Abby?"

"I don't know," my sister whispered. "We have to be strong, Lyra. The pack will protect us, you know that. There's nearly thirty of us in these woods, even if this Alpha comes, there will be a fight. Maybe we can escape if it gets bad."

"What if we don't?" I demanded. "I don't want to leave, but I don't want us to fight either!"

Before Abby could reply, I ran out of the room and the house. I ran into the woods and found a quiet spot by a stream, where I sat down and cried.

I was so confused and so scared. I hated feeling so weak when I knew I had to be strong. I was a Beta! I couldn't cry!

"You know it's probably not a good idea for you to be alone out here, right?"

I stood and whirled at the sound of the voice behind me. I saw a shadow standing under a tree. It stepped forward, revealing a lanky boy about my age. I recognized him as one of the other Beta's sons. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Go away, Matt," I ordered. Matt just smiled and walked over to me, looking up at the moon. It was nearly full. I glared at him.

"Stop glaring, you'll get wrinkles," Matt said calmly, giving me a teasing look. I gaped at him while his crystal blue eyes twinkled. I punched him in the arm.

"Not funny!" I said. Matt rubbed his arm a little.

"I remember how you used to be nice when we were kids," he sighed. I frowned at him.

"I'm the Alpha's second in command," I growled. "I can't afford to be nice." Matt shook his head at me, which caused a stray brown curl to fall over his eye.

"Sure you can," he replied. Then he smiled. "You're just a jerk." I stared at him, flabbergasted. Laughter bubbled up and I laughed, making him laugh as well.

"Says you," I teased, this time elbowing him in the ribs. Matt nudged me back and after a moment, I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. He had changed a lot since we had been kids, he was now tall and lean, and all his baby fat was gone. I felt my heart jump a little.

Two weeks later, I met Matt again by the stream. When he saw me, he just grinned and yanked me close, pressing a kiss to my lips. I blushed furiously and shoved at him but smiled.

"You know we're going to get caught, right?" I asked teasingly. Matt pulled me close, running his hands down my back.

"So?" he asked, arching a brow. I giggled and kissed him again. Eventually our teenage hormones got the better of us and he pulled me down to the grass. We stripped and made love under the moon and stars, undeterred by the thought of someone watching us. After, we got dressed and he pulled me in again.

"I'm crazy about you," he whispered. I laughed and rubbed my hands over his chest.

"Ditto," I replied, kissing him again.

"Meet me here tomorrow?" he asked against my lips. I nodded slowly.

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When dawn broke, I made Isaac go back to Scott's. I brooded by myself in the woods, trying to figure out where else I could look. I tried remembering everything Derek had told me before, which would give me an idea where he could be.

I went down to the animal clinic, which was still closed and looked around. There were no signs of him there and I frowned, eyeing the building. Deaton was still a mystery to me, even though I had a vague idea as to who he really was. I just wondered if everyone else was going to figure it out.

I considered going to Chris to ask him to help me. I shook my head at that though, knowing if Derek was hiding, he wasn't going to be easy to find and he wouldn't like the idea of me asking a hunter for help.

A hunter, I thought briefly. Then I remembered something.

"Gerard," I muttered, narrowing my eyes.

It was time for me and him to have a little chat.

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The next morning, I went to find Mom and Dad. I sat them down in the living room and eyed both of them.

"I want to know what's happening," I said. "As your Beta, I deserve to know." Mom sighed and lowered her head.

"When I was in California, I met up with another pack. Their leader is a female Alpha, who can change herself into a wolf during the full moon. Her name is Talia. We became friends and we agreed to an alliance between the packs. During the last trip, there were other packs in her territory. They were lead by three different Alphas, two males and one female. Talia told me how they would often visit her to get advice from her and her trusted friend, a man named Allen. He is an Emissary."

"An Emissary?" I asked. Mom shook her head at me.

"Let me finish," Mom said patiently. "With all the packs being there, it drew attention to the local hunters. They began killing the wolves and the hunter's leader, Gerard, declared war between the packs by not following the Code the hunters are suppose to follow. He attacked one of the packs, blinding one of the leaders. That Alpha then killed his Beta, who saw him as weak for being blind, and we believe he killed the rest of his pack. You remember what I told you about what happens when we kill our kind?" I nodded.

"Now we've heard that he has been killing more and more of our kind, along with the wolves who had gone to Talia. I'm not sure if he attacked her pack, but I do know he managed to rally the other two Alphas into killing their packs as well. If they join together, they will be much more dangerous than anything we have come across before. And now I heard from Daniel that the blind Alpha's pack is moving across the border into Colorado."

"Daniel? Matt's dad?" Mom nodded. I frowned at that.

"What are we going to do?" I asked. Mom shook her head.

"I don't know," she whispered. "We have no idea if they're coming to find me or when they might attack…"

After that, I went to my room. I was brushing out my hair when Abby walked in.

"Do you want to go for a run now?" I asked her. "I'm meeting Matt later." Abby raised a brow and leaned against the doorframe.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" she asked. I shrugged and pulled my hair up into a ponytail. I looked outside and saw the sun had already set.

"Come on, the moon will be at its peak soon and we can shift. Please?" Abby rolled her eyes at me.

"Fine," she replied.

Three hours later, everyone was dead, except me.

I ran away into the woods, sobbing hysterically. I saw flashes of the blind Alpha, whose eyes I had clawed at, then flashes of Abby, Mom, Dad, lying dead in the grass.

Rounding a tree, I slammed into someone and screamed. Two hands gripped my arms tightly.

"Lyra?" I looked up and stared at Matt in shock. I squirmed in his grip.

"We have to run, we have to run now!" I cried.

"Too late."

A tall female slipped out of the shadows, her eyes red. I stared at her in fear and Matt shoved me behind him.

"Oh, look, young love," the female laughed. "How adorable."

"Kali, stop teasing them." With horror, I watched as the blind Alpha walked forward. His eyes had healed but were still clouded and red. Matt stiffened and snarled.

"Now, who's going to die first?" the blind man asked. Matt lunged forward, shifting. I screamed his name and went after him. It was too late.

The female Alpha whirled on her toes and sliced open Matt's throat in one swift movement. He fell to the ground, gurgling as blood poured out of his neck. I fell to the ground and held him, sobbing.

"L-Lyra," he choked. "Your…eyes." I closed them, knowing they were blood red. I looked up at the two Alphas and was surprised to see that they had disappeared.

Clenching Matt's dead body close, I vowed for revenge. I tilted my head back and unleashed a loud, chilling howl. I clawed at the ground, tearing the spiral symbol into the dirt furiously.

I felt the last threads of my innocence disappear as I planned my vendetta.

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I could smell his blood from down the hallway. It was rancid and strong, making me wince. I walked down the long corridor and opened the door.

The older man sat in a wheelchair by the window. I could smell something was wrong with him, like he was somehow sick and healthy that once. When he turned, I saw his face was smeared with black blood.

"Well, well, if it isn't Lyra Peterson," he said. "You look just like your mother." I curled my lip at him and closed the door.

"I'm assuming you're not just stopping by to wish me back to good health?" Gerard asked, his dark eyes scrutinizing me. I grabbed his chair and yanked him so we were face to face.

"You know exactly why I'm here," I snarled. Gerard's eyes narrowed.

"You want to know what happened the last time your mother was in California," he replied simply. I nodded tightly. He reached out a hand and smiled, revealing blackened teeth.

"Do this and I'll tell you what you need to know," he said. I gritted my teeth and took his hand, jerking a little as I felt the thick, poisonous blood creep from his body into mine. I grunted as the black veins crawled up my arm before I dropped his hand.

"I want you to tell me why, Gerard. Why did you start a war between the hunters and the packs? Why did you attack Deucalion?" I demanded. Gerard sneered.

"Because you kind is a disease I want to rid the world of," he replied darkly. "And I blinded Deucalion because, quite simply, I could." I snarled and grabbed his shirt, pulling him close again.

"Because of your actions he attacked every wolf that chose not to stand by his side, including my mother. He followed her back to my home and killed everyone I loved." Gerard leaned in a little.

"Good." I felt my wolf rise up, causing my eyes to go red. Gerard bared his teeth and sat back.

"I see something beneficial came out of this for you," he sneered. I clenched my fists.

"I didn't choose to become an Alpha," I growled. Gerard tilted his head a little.

"But you like it, don't you, Lyra? All that power, that feeling of never being weak… What was it like to kill your kind? What did it feel like?" I glared venomously at him.

"Don't deny it, Lyra," Gerard said, his lips twisting into a chilling smile. "You might think you're different from Deucalion, but deep down, you're just like him."

I stood up and towered over the hunter, struggling not to rip out his throat right then and there. I turned instead and walked to the door. I was finished with listening to him.

"It's in your nature, Lyra," he called out. "You're a killer and eventually, you will give in and you will kill again. I just have to wonder… Who will you kill this time?"

I slammed the door and heard his mocking laughter follow me as I stormed out of the building. I went to my car and flung myself inside. I took deep breaths to calm the angry beat of my heart and to shove my wolf back inside its cave.

I rested my head against the steering wheel and then I broke down in tears. I cried for Derek, and all of those he lost. I cried for my family, and for Matt. I cried for Boyd and the others who had died at the hands of the Alphas. But mostly, I cried because deep down, there was a tearing fear inside me that said that Gerard was right.

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I got a call from Peter later, who informed me that he was at the loft with Stiles and Cora. I told him I was going to keep looking.

I heard back from Isaac, who told me Scott and Allison had decided to go see Gerard. I closed my eyes at that, then requested for him to join me in my search again.

When I picked him up, he seemed quieter than usual. When I asked him what was wrong, he looked at me worriedly.

"I can smell your tears," he said quietly. I winced and looked down.

"Rough day," I muttered bitterly. Isaac took my hand and looked at me pleadingly.

"Please tell me what happened," he urged. So I did. I told him about my visit with Gerard, and I even told him about what had happened in my past. I told him about how my family died and the events leading up to it then the events after it.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered when I was done. I started my car and shook my head.

"You're not like him, you know. Deucalion. Gerard was just trying to mess with you." I looked over at Isaac, whose eyes were blazing. I just nodded and drove off.

We searched through the more abandoned sides of town, through the old factories and warehouses that hadn't been used in years. After a while, I began to give up.

"Come on, you can't give up," Isaac said, nudging me along. I sighed. I was so tired and drained, and there was an ache in my heart.

"Go home," I said. "I'll keep looking. Go make sure Scott and everyone is all right." Isaac didn't argue and I allowed him to take my car back to Scott's.

When I was alone, I wandered through the woods again. I was in an unfamiliar part of Beacon Hills. Then I noticed another old structure in the distance. I titled my head as I walked closer, realizing it was an old mill of sorts.

Then I froze. The small hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stood up when I sensed another presence close by, except this one caused waves of relief to crash through me. I ran towards the mill, only pausing to take in the spiral symbol that had been carved into the metal front, which made me frown.

I walked in and nearly cried out in relief. Derek stood in the darkness, looking haggard and tired. His scruff was longer and his hair was dirty like his clothes. His eyes were still unbelievably sad and haunted, which made me flinch a little.

"Derek?" I asked softly. He just stared at the vendetta symbol, not evening acknowledging that he knew I was there. I walked forward and rested a hand on his arm. He flinched and blinked at me.

"Lyra?" he whispered. I exhaled and stepped closer to him, looking up into his eyes.

"We've been looking for you," I said softly. "Have you been here the whole time?"

"I… I use to come here when I was younger," he said. "Before…" I rubbed his arm, feeling my concern tear into my chest.

"Please tell me what I can do to help you," I begged. "Please, Derek." he just shook his head, his breaths becoming quick and painful.

"You can't… Everyone who helps me ends up dying… They always die…" he choked. I let out a startled cry as he collapsed to his knees. I fell with him and held him.

"Derek," I said, struggling not to cry again. Finally, he leaned against me heavily, placing his forehead up against the side of my neck. He held me tightly.

"Please don't die like her," he beseeched quietly. "Don't leave me." Confused and afraid, I ran a hand down his hair and kissed his forehead.

"I won't," I promised. "I won't."

I closed my eyes and grappled for my strength. Questions were screaming in my head and I felt Derek's pain hit me like blows, which only made me feel weaker. There was nothing I could do. I hadn't felt this weak since the night I had lost my family.

So I held him, rocking him. His grip never lessened but I ignored any pain it caused me. I didn't care, all I knew what that I had found him and that was all that mattered.

"Lyra?" Derek asked. I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me. The sadness and pain in his eyes took my breath away.

"What is it, Derek?" I asked, running a hand down his cheek. He leaned into my touch and sighed deeply.

"I have to tell you something." I stared at him before nodding. I ushered him to a quiet, dark part of the mill, where we sat side by side. And I listened.

Derek opened up to me. He finally unleashed all his past stories and pain, telling me of his family. I flinched a little when he named his mother as Talia but I kept quiet about that. He then told me of a girl named Paige, and his love for her, and then about her death. I held his hand tightly during that part, disbelief and sadness crashing through me. When he was done, I looked at him, my heart breaking for him.

In turn, I told him about my own past. I told him about my own mother, how she knew Talia and how involved she was with the Hale pack. I told him about how Deucalion went after us, how he had slaughtered my family. I told him about Matt and how Kali had killed him. I told him about Gerard and about the few things I knew about Allen Deaton.

After I was done, we stared at each other. Our lives had always been intertwined, our pasts blending into one before separating and coming back together. I wondered if some would say it was fate for me to find him. I also wondered if some would say it was fate for us to fight together.

"When you said 'maybe it was always you'…" Derek began quietly. I closed my eyes and remembered the night I had said that, after everything that had happened when we had fought the Alphas in the warehouse.

"What did you mean?" Derek asked. I opened my eyes and looked up at him, feeling shockingly vulnerable.

"Maybe it was always you that I was meant to find. Our pasts are so interwoven, it could seem impossible for us not find each other. I just never thought I would…"

"You would?" Derek repeated. I lowered my eyes.

"I never thought I would feel this way about you," I whispered. Derek's hand raced down my cheek then lifted my chin so I had to look at him again.

"Neither did I," he said softly. "Not after everything. I never knew I could feel like this again… Except with you it's…"

"Different," I finished. Derek nodded slowly. I scanned his eyes.

"What does this mean?" I asked. He looked down at me, his eyes full of emotion.

"I don't know," he admitted. I leaned my head against his shoulder and exhaled softly.

"Me neither," I said.

Except maybe I did know. Maybe I just couldn't accept it. He was my weakness, my strength. He was a part of me now, and there was no turning back. And thought was both comforting and terrifying at once.

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Author's Note: And there you have it! The complete story of Lyra's past. If you guys have any questions or need any clarification, let me know.

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