A/N: Hey guys! So, I'm not at all proud of this chapter whatsoever, but I hope you guys enjoy it. I've been pretty sick this week, but I wanted to crank this out so no one had to wait too long this time. Please review, follow, and favorite if you like it so far! xx
"A Wendigo?" Stiles eyes grew wide as he pursed his lips together and threw his hands in the air. "A freakin' Wendigo?"
Scott and Deaton nodded at him in unison.
Stiles put a pause on his anger to raise his brows at the veterinarian. "What exactly is a Wendigo?" He knew he had overreacted deeply for a while there, but hearing that they knew of the creature that harmed Lydia riled him up. He couldn't help it. No matter what happened, Lydia Martin had one of the biggest spots in his heart.
Deaton let out a sigh, looking at the boy with a weary look. "They're half-beasts. They rely on cannibalism to live. It's possible that it put their nails in Lydia to keep her paralyzed while it fed.
Stiles gave him a nod before the anger started to flow through his veins once more. He always realized that he was only human in these situations and it almost killed him, but he just wanted to protect his friends. Protect his pack. Protect the strawberry blonde he'd been in love with since the third grade. "How do we stop it? Or kill it. The latter seems like a more fitting option, don't you think?" He gave a glance at Scott before raising his hand up to his face and chewing on his nails. It was a nervous habit of his, especially because of all of the stress in their lives when it came to the supernatural.
Scott frowned at his friend, hating to tell him bad news. "We're not sure yet. Deaton's working on it."
Stiles swore that he could've passed out from the news, but instead nodded and rolled his eyes. "Seriously?" He waved a hand in the air, motioning to Scott, as he looked at Deaton.
"Seriously," Deaton confirmed. "Hopefully my contact will get back to me soon. Until then, we'll have to work on keeping Lydia as safe as possible incase it comes back."
x-x-x
Later that night, the redhead looked at her friends as if they were crazy. Scott, Stiles, and Isaac sighed as they frantically made their makeshift beds on the floor in order to give Lydia the full sized bed for herself. She couldn't believe that she was spending the night at the Stilinski house once again. It wasn't that she minded it, but she wanted to be at home. She felt safe enough to sleep in her own bed - alone – but all of her friends thought she'd be safer with them. She felt as if they knew something that she didn't, but she wouldn't beat it out of them just yet. Not until she felt danger coming on once again. "Do you guys have to do this? I feel like having just one of you around would be enough."
"Stiles couldn't stop you on your own," Isaac commented, not realizing that he was being a tad rude. Of course, straightaway Stiles shot him a death glare before returning back to placing blankets on the ground.
Scott shook his head at his friend before looking over at Lydia. "No, it's because if anything happens, you'll have an Alpha to protect you. We're not letting you get hurt again, Lydia. Please don't argue with us for keeping you safe." After he was finished talking, he looked over at her, giving his puppy eyes that would make anyone weak in less than a second. He knew that she couldn't turn his facial expression away even if she tried hard enough.
"Fine," she said as she sat down on the bed with a huff. "Does Isaac really have to be here, though?"
"Would you rather have Derek here?" Isaac asked with a scowl.
"I retract my previous question."
"Thought so." Isaac raised a brow at her while grinning. There was something about him that irritated Lydia, but she had to admit that he could come in handy every now and then. He had stopped her from getting killed by Alison's arrow once which made him more trustworthy than some with her life.
"Hey," Stiles shot up from his spot on the floor, "since everyone's here, can I please introduce you to Star Wars?"
"No!" They all screamed in unison.
"No need to take up an attitude." Stiles sighed and threw himself back on the ground, forgetting that he wasn't in his bed for once. Since he had gotten his bed ready, he wondered about asking Lydia if he could share the bed with her again. Stiles had really taken to falling asleep with her head on his chest and his hand on the small of her back. Granted, it might've been a bit awkward since the guys were over, but they knew as well as the rest of the world that Stiles adored the girl.
"Maybe we should all get some sleep," Scott suggested as he rolled over to face everyone.
Lydia nodded as she let out a yawn. "I second that. It's not like we get much sleep as is." She slid down in the bed, covering herself with Stiles' blankets and melting into the mattress. She, too, wondered why Stiles wasn't up there next to her, but she brushed that thought out of her mind. "Goodnight, guys."
"Goodnight," Stiles and Scott said back.
"Isaac?" Lydia asked after not hearing his voice. Afterwards, she heard the light snores coming from the corner of the room that he was in. The girl smiled to herself, thankful that Isaac was finally getting the rest that he and the rest of the pack deserved.
x-x-x
Isaac awoke in the dark room, feeling groggy from waking up. His eyes scanned the room to look for the alarm clock on Stiles' bedside table. 3:47 AM. The boy nodded to himself, wondering why he wasn't able to sleep all through the night. He stood up and stretched, needing to head to the bathroom, but that's when he spotted it. Lydia missing from the bed. He searched frantically in the covers for her small frame, but she was nowhere to be found. His eyes darted to the window in the bedroom only to realize that it was left wide open, the cold nights breeze flowing through the air and sending a shiver up his spine. "You guys," Isaac said loud enough, trying to get them to wake up. When they didn't, get got down on his knees and placed his hands on their shoulders. "Wake up! Lydia's gone."
The teenagers instantly shot their eyes open, hoping that he wasn't being serious. When they hadn't made a single noise, Isaac pointed towards the open window and frowned. "We have to go find her," Scott groaned as he leaned on his elbows. "She needs us."
Stiles was fast on his feet and stood up without complaining, even through his sleepiness, and grabbed the keys to his Jeep before heading out the door, leaving the werewolves behind to follow his tracks.
"Where do you think she'd be?" Scott whispered, not wanting to wake the sheriff as they crept through the hallway past his door.
Stiles shrugged on impulse. "She said she wanders off into the woods."
"Not to freak you out, but half of Beacon Hills is woods."
"Shut up, Isaac," Stiles groaned. "Do you even know how to be sensitive?"
"Hey, I'm only trying to help."