Unexpected chapter 3: -Lydia's P.O.V.- "Ahhhhhh," Lydia screamed herself awake after a terrifying nightmare. "Scott!" And in second he was right there beside her. "Was it the same dream as before." Scott asked "No...it was different." She answered. "I'm right here, it was just a dream." He said trying to calm her. It had been a month and a half since Lydia told Scott, and no one else knows. She had been staying with Scott while her mom was in New York, "talking" with her dad about her "situation." The Duroc has been killed but there is a new threat. "No it wasn't!" She paused, tears filling her throat, "they have stiles." "What!? Who!?" "There wearing black...with glowing yellow eyes...like fire flys." -later in Derek's car- "She saw what!" Derek yelled as they were driving to an old factory. Where Lydia saw stiles. "I know, which is why I called for some back up." Scott replied. "Wait what do you mean back up?!" Lydia questioned but Scott and Derek presented not to hear her. "Scott!?" She yelled again. "I'm sorry Lydia," he paused scared what she might do, "but I had to." Lydia was confused until they pulled into the parking lot next to the old abandoned factory. They she saw him leaning up against his bike, next to his twin brother and Isaac. "You didn't." She said climbing out of the car. "Why are they here." "Scott called us. He said you saw something." Aiden answered, trying not to be too concerned. But he didn't succeed, he started to walk toward Lydia. She looked over at Scott with a look that said "I can take care of my self. But stay close just incase" "Are you okay, I haven't heard from you in over a month?" "I've been busy, and sick all the time." Well the sick part wasn't a lie. Scott started towards them, but he stopped when he was Kira ridding in with Allison on her motorcycle. "Alright," Derek announced, "its time to fill everyone in." Scott tock over, being an Alph and all, and started to explain the situation to everyone. Lydia stayed behind him with Kira at her side. - Stiles P.O.V.- It was dark and it smelled like Rust, or a type of oil. Me hands were held together by chains over my head, against a cold stone wall. Then I heard a voice like Velcro ripping. "Hello Stiles." Said the voice. "Who are you? What do you want!?" "In do time." It said with a smile in his voice. Then everything went dark.