A/N: Chapter two!

NOTE: When talking about Stiles' mom's death, I envisioned it more recently then how the TV show presented it. Just so you all don't get confused! He met the pack BEFORE his mom died.

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Lydia and Stiles had spent most of the afternoon just sitting and laying on his bed together, talking about life.

"My pack made me do and witness a lot of terrible things," Lydia stated. "They would make me do their homework, or research dark magical things for them. They made me watch them kill or torture people, innocent people most of the time. It was terrible."

Stiles frowned and placed a hand on Lydia's shoulder.

"Scott and this pack would never do that to you, or to anyone," He told her. "Why didn't you ever stand up to them? Tell them what you thought about all of it?" Stiles wondered.

He saw Lydia as a girl who would be able to stand up to anyone and tell them her thoughts. She was confident and fierce, but at the same time caring and whole hearted.

And Lydia was that, she was all of that.

But when she was facing her own pack and her alpha, all of it just disappeared.

"I was scared," She said. "I've always been scared of them. They intimidate me so much that when I'm around them it doesn't even seem like it's me anymore."

Stiles didn't understand how Lydia had put up with them for such a long time.

It didn't make sense.

"You deserve so much more than them," Stiles told her. "You're smart, beautiful, caring, and bold. They don't deserve to have you in their pack."

Lydia blushed and bit her lip as she looked away from Stiles shyly.

"It's true!" Stiles affirmed with a laugh. "You're all those things and much more. Why did you stay with them for this long?"

Lydia sighed and shrugged.

"They were the closest thing to family I had." She replied.

Stiles raised an eyebrow, obviously not expecting this answer.

Didn't Allison say something about her parents last night?

"Her mother and father are looking for her."

"What about your mom or your dad?" He asked carefully.

Lydia shook her head.

"They're barely home, and they barely acknowledge me." Lydia laid her head on her palm and sighed. "They never noticed when I was home and when I was not, and my alpha knew that. I guess he took advantage of a girl who just wanted a family."

Stiles' face fell as he suddenly felt a wave of empathy overwhelm him.

He knew what that felt like.

He knew exactly what that felt like.

He never admitted it to anyone, other than Scott of course.

"I know how you feel," He said, finally. The words slowly drifting out of his mouth. "When my mom died last year, I felt like my family wasn't complete."

Lydia looked up at him.

He looked so sad.

"I was depressed for weeks, maybe even months. I don't even remember." He added. "But they helped me get through it."

Lydia tilted her head in confusion. It took her a bit longer to understand who he meant by 'they'.

Stiles pointed at his door a little downwards to clear it up.

"The pack helped me get through it. They comforted me, and made sure I had someone to talk to if I needed one. They made sure I was never alone. They made sure I was okay." Stiles explained to her. "That's what packs are supposed to do for each other. That's a real family."

Lydia smiled lightly as she looked in the direction of the door.

She wished she had something more like the McCall pack in her life.

"You know, our pack is pretty awesome." Stiles simply stated, a smile forming on his face at the thought of his friends. Then, something dawned on him. "Wait, you haven't like officially met any of them have you? Oh, that needs to be fixed. Come on."

/

Lydia had been dragged downstairs by Stiles and suddenly she felt a bit of fear creep onto her.

What if after all of this was over, things weren't going to end up great? What if they failed and she would have to go follow her pack back to San Diego?

She didn't want to become close with these people to have to leave them in the end.

"I just realized Lydia hasn't officially met any of you yet." Stiles stated. He turned to her with a smile.

"I'm Stiles Stilinski, you're currently standing in my living room. I'm awkward and loud, and I move too much. I'm human, but I'm in this pack and I'm proud of that." He stated and looked to the rest of the pack, specifically Scott to continue.

Scott stepped and smiled at Lydia too.

"I'm Scott McCall, I'm the alpha of this pack. I'm a true alpha and a lot of people are after my power. I care about my pack a lot and would do anything to protect them."
Scott looked over to Kira and gestured her to talk.
Kira nodded.

"I'm Kira Yukimura, I transferred to Beacon Hills this year and I'm a kitsune. I'm pretty good with a sword if I do say so myself." Lydia giggled slightly at the thought of Kira holding a sword. But she took her word for it.

"I'm Allison Argent, and I'm a werewolf hunter. I came to know these guys when my dad began hunting Derek and Scott not too longer after he was bitten. I convinced my dad to trust in werewolves and now we work together in peace." She declared with a smile.

Lydia was somewhat surprised to discover that they trusted werewolf hunters.

But Allison seemed nice, and there was no doubt that her father was probably the same.

Scott looked over at Derek who wasn't stepping up to speak.

Derek locked eyes with and rolled his eyes when he gave into his command.

"I'm Derek Hale."

Lydia waited, like the rest of the pack, to hear him speak more, but he wouldn't budge. Lydia looked over at Stiles and saw him sigh deeply.

"He's also known as Sourwolf. Don't take it too personally if he glares at you." Derek sent him a huge glare and Stiles pointed at him. "Like that."

Lydia and Allison snickered as Stiles and Derek continued to throw glares at each other.

"Well, I'm Liam Dunbar, and I'm the youngest in the pack," Lydia looked over to Stiles with a little bit of confusion.

"He's a freshman." He whispered to her and she nodded.

"Scott bit me to save my life, which I'm really grateful for and...yeah."

Lydia smiled at all of them, even Derek.

"You all seem really nice." She finally stated.

She watched Allison and Kira look at each other before grabbing both of Lydia's arms and bringing her upstairs.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Stiles asked as he watched the three girls run upstairs.

"Girl talk!" Kira and Allison shouted simultaneously.

Lydia met eyes with Stiles and smiled slightly at him before shrugging her shoulders.

/

Stiles watched as the girls took Lydia away to talk about who-knows-what and watched as Scott and Isaac moved back to his kitchen table rather quickly.

"What are you guys doing?" He questioned curiously.

He moved behind them to see what they were searching on the computer.

"You seriously think that you guys are going to find her pack through the internet?" Derek asked sarcastically. "Yeah, you're not getting anywhere with that."

Isaac looked up at him and glared.

"We're going to try, okay?" Scott told him. "It's better than sitting on our asses like ducks."

Derek sighed and moved closer to the three teens to see what they were doing.

"We just need someone who can help us out a little more," He explained. "It's going to be hard to pinpoint a specific pack just from online sources. We need someone who's been there."

Stiles lifted his head up in realization and smiled.

"I know someone."

/

And half an hour later, Chris Argent was standing before Scott, Stiles, Derek, and Isaac, a stern expression plastered on his face.

"You do know this is a terrible idea, right, Scott?"

"I warned him," Derek said distastefully. "You know Scott, he wouldn't listen."

Stiles rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, Scott wants to save the world," He said quickly. "But more importantly, how are we going to find Lydia's pack?"

"Wow, Stiles. I would have thought you would have been the last to want to find Lydia's pack," Isaac snickered. "Don't you fancy her or something? Why would you want to find her pack?"

Stiles blushed slightly at this statement before glaring at Isaac.

"I want her to be happy," He scoffed. "And I'm not finding her pack so she can go back to it, I'm finding them so we can teach them a little lesson on how to treat all their pack members respectfully." He scrunched up his nose and glared at Isaac. "Who even says "fancy"? I know you were in Europe for a few months but my gosh."

Isaac rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to Scott and Argent talking about plans.

"Well, I honestly cannot determine a specific pack without the right details," Argent explained carefully. "The name of the alpha would be very helpful. If the girl can give that to me today, I can go travel to San Diego tonight and find some details to be back tomorrow morning."

Scott nodded in affirmation as he called for the girls to bring Lydia down.

The three were laughing and giggling at something Allison had said, but that had all disappeared when they arrived downstairs and saw the stone cold expressions of the rest of the pack.

"Lydia, we need you to tell us more things about your pack." Scott said gently, placing a hand on her arm.

She nodded as she stepped forward to talk.

"Well, if you couldn't already tell, my pack is completely different than yours," She said, mostly speaking directly to Scott. "For one, your pack dynamic is more lenient than mine. Scott lets other people lead and take control of the situation sometimes while my alpha takes control of everything at all times. He has to know exactly what's going on in every second of his plans or he will literally slash your head off."

Liam's eyes widened as he backed away towards Isaac.

"Second, my pack likes to kill people to get what they want. You guys have a true alpha so you guys try to do what's best and try not to have so much blood on your hands," She explained. "And...well last of all, my pack is all werewolf, besides me, while you have two humans in your pack."

Scott looked to Argent questioningly, and saw that he was in a state of thinking.

"You're pack sounds…..violent." Scott commented. Lydia nodded sadly and looked to Allison, who was quick to comfort her, along with Kira.

"Lydia, do you mind telling me the name of your alpha?" Argent asked softly.

"His name is…" Her mouth opened slightly to reply, but she was interrupted by the Stilinski door falling to the ground.

Her eyes widened and she began to shake as she saw who was standing at the door.

The whole McCall pack heard Derek growl intensely as they all turned in fear to look at what he was glaring at.

"Peter Hale." He growled as his eyes turned blue for a slight second.

The man at the door only glanced at Lydia before taking a step and smirking.

"Hello, nephew."