A/N: This chapter is not beta-read, I am sorry about that but I still have not found a new beta. I have looked over this twice and hope I caught the worst mistakes. But given the length of the story, the pairing ... it's difficult finding someone.
But since I kept you waiting so long, I though I give you a new chapter ... but I might change few minor details and at the very least remove mistakes when someone points them out to me.
wergrrrl13 Oh, Scott's dad will show up as well - but he hasn't yet. I feel bad for Aidan, too. Especially considering how things go on ...
After Lydia had remembered that she was supposed to taste the food, she had gotten out of the kitchen pretty fast. The conversation with Allison's father had not answered all her questions and what she had found out so far did not encourage her to dig deeper. It was like knowing that eventually she was going to uncover something hideous.
With Allison so obviously determined to keep Lydia distracted from whatever gloomy thoughts crept upon her, it was easy to forget about finding answers for the moment. They sat down at the dinner table and waited for Allison's father to bring the most important thing: the pan with that delicious smelling and even better tasting mediterranean dish. It did not actually had a name but was a combination of tomatoes, zucchini, bell peppers, some onions and pasta.
Dinner started out rather well, the food arrived, everyone expressed the usual formalities and Chris commented that Lydia thought there was enough salt in the dish, as well. Allison replied by adding a little extra salt. It was followed by an odd silent as everyone seemed to wait until the portion on their plates had cooled down a bit.
"So, I heard Aidan come home earlier this morning," Chris eventually said before taking a bite.
"Dad," Allison rolled her eyes at him.
"What? I can't help but feeling concerned for Lydia. I can tolerate you hanging out with Isaacs - given that you are just friends and he seems to have come around pretty well. But those two - especially Aidan - they are dangerous."
The three of them poked around in their food, then Lydia continued to eat. After she had swallowed her next spoonful, she said: "I know, they killed people, they helped to murder Boyd - but Aidan never harmed me, he always respects when I say no and he came through for me when it mattered. So I really think he is more of a danger for everyone else, than for me, especially if that someone else is taking advantage of me."
"Is there someone taking advantage of you?" Allison suddenly asked.
"What? No - I mean what type of taking advantage are we talking about?" Lydia caught herself in time. "The ghostly-voice-from-the-grave-getting-me-to-do-thin gs or the can-you-find-the-next -dead-body-type taking advantage?"
They looked at each other for a moment, then Allison said: "Just in general …"
"No, nobody is taking advantage of me today, which is a nice a change …"
Chris sighed. "Girls, did something happen last night that I am not aware off?"
On that they agreed, they both shook their heads and went on eating. Allison eventually mentioned that Stiles called her, saying that she sort of blanked out when he had talked to her earlier. "So I did, if you need to know, Aidan was kind of being an idiot. So I was not in the mood last night and in the morning I am all over him and then he …"
Lydia was interrupted by Allison's father coughing, as he obviously had gotten something in the wrong throat. "Really, Lydia?" he finally said after clearing his voice.
Allison laughed until it caught on and both of them were sitting at the table with a very awkward looking Chris Argent.
"Let's get into that after dinner, then .." Lydia said and her friend nodded.
They ended up rehashing highlights from last nights party, when they were done, they practically hurried into Allison's room, where Lydia told her how much Aidan's attempt at sexy talk sucked.
"So what about you and Isaac? I don't believe for a second that your dad has no reason to not be concerned."
Allison rolled her eyes: "Seriously, as if he has any reason to worry. I mean, if we were then you know … but we are not … " Noticing the way Lydia looked at her, she was quick to add. "No, we are not - that's like the problem. I don't know, since I tried - Isaac kind of avoids being alone with me in the right environment. I think it might be his first time."
That made a whole lot of sense to Lydia. Anyone with half a brain was able to see that something more had been going between them. It certainly was more a slow bloom and not that wild crazy frenzy that had been going on with Scott. "First times are tricky - boys don't react well if they find out a girl has more experience and it takes forever till they got a clue what they are supposed to do."
"Scott, never had this problem - like past the first few times …"
"Really?" Lydia said with thoughtful smile.
"Oh don't even think about it!" Allison immediately said. "I mean, it's not like I still …"
Leaning back triumphantly on her friend's bed, she looked up at Allison. "No, absolutely not …not even a hint. I bet you rarely think about him anymore - if rarely is like every day."
If one thing was obvious, it was that Scott was still into her. Lydia had been able to tell that he was just interested in Allison back when she had kissed him. At least she hoped that had been the reason for how much of dreadful kisser he was.
"I do think about him, then I remember how absolutely crazy and unhinged I felt. Like it was heaven whenever we were together and when something happened that tore us apart it hurt so bad I hardly could think straight." Allison let herself sink down on the bed.
Lydia placed a hand on her friend's shoulder. "You were hardly thinking straight when you two were together."
"I know." Allison pulled a face. "That's why I really like Isaac, I feel normal with him. He makes me feel good when he is there and when he is not I don't feel utterly lost and needy. Not that I don't feel very comfortable with him around."
They sat on the bed for a moment, before Allison added a question. "You think, I am making a mistake?"
"You are asking me?" Lydia said surprised. "My last boyfriend dumped me twice, generally treated me for granted. The last few guys I had sex with are all killers and you're honestly come to me for dating advice?"
"Well, you are the only other girl, I know who also dates werewolves and you are my best friend," she shrugged. "Besides I can ask, no guarantee I am going to listen to advice - good or bad."
"My advice would be - if you want him - go for it. Ask him what his problem is, when it is first time anxiety, make it clear that you know what to do. That he should be able to trust you. If he does not - well - move on. Guys who can not handle strong woman are not worth pursuing."
Allison laughed and look admiringly at her friend. "I guess, I am a little bit nervous about it, too. Like what if I can't make up for his lack of experience? Or worse what he found out when it got serious, he just likes me?"
"If he does not want you, which I doubt very much, then at least you'll know." Lydia got up. "As for the first time, take it slow. Don't rush it - make him feel comfortable with you. Let him focus on your body. That's something you should always do. If you don't train them up right away - they might never learn."
Looking at her somewhat doubtful with her smile still half there, Allison eventually nodded. "I'll keep that in mind. You know sometimes I wish I had your confidence."
"You and not being confident? You go after werewolves with a crossbow."
"With weapons it is easy, you just shoot anyone who pisses you off. With boys - except for Scott - I always feel nervous."
Lydia rolled her eyes. For the life of her she could not understand what Allison's problem was. It was not like Scott had dumped her. She had broken it off and the guy was still worshiping the ground she walked on. At one point she happily described how he made her feel high on a kite and that she could not be without him. When Allison clearly could. Now, she was into Isaac because he apparently was the safer choice and that still was compounded by so many problems Lydia never had.
"What about you?" Allison suddenly asked. "Are you ever going to admit that you and Aidan got something going?"
"I told you, I don't need a boyfriend. Being with Aidan is nice but just because I am not looking right now, does mean that I never want to."
With a raised eyebrow, her friend said: "I'd be seriously concerned for any other guy you date."
Lydia thought for a moment if that might be the reason why she had not been looking elsewhere. Then she shook her head. "No, Aidan can be a bit intense but he is not going to slash up my dates. At least I don't think so. Then again he might try and scare them away."
A smile appeared on her face, somehow she liked that idea. While she did not like that possessive behaviour, somehow the idea of a riled up super jealous Aidan had some potential. Maybe that would get him to be a bit more lively and wild in the following make-up sex. Then again, he had a way of messing up moments.
"Oh, it is almost time."
They left Allison's room and just on their way to her father's study, they heard the doorbell ring. It was the twins. Lydia realised she was not really that happy about them arriving first. Aidan, however, was glad that she had come. Her friend gave her a knowing nudge, as if she wanted to say: 'What are you waiting for?'
"Feeling better?" Ethan asked her.
Lydia nodded. "I wasn't feeling bad to begin with."
Immediately, she noticed the look that went between Allison and Ethan, as if they were agreeing that she was not honest with herself. The thing was, she was not feeling bad - just weird. It was like something about Aidan annoyed her. Of course, she knew what it was. Ever since that damn sex ritual Peter had dragged her into, she had been aware that sex with Aidan could never be that wild and crazy. His incredible stamina did not make up for the fact that she had to instruct him all the time. That even then, Aidan often needed time and more detailed explanations. It was frustrating to know that the best sex she had ever had, had also been the most messed up, kinky scenario she had ever found herself in. When Aidan had touched her that night after her birthday party, she had been overwhelmed by how clumsy it had felt in comparison. It was just such a difference to be with someone who knew what do with her. Sex with Aidan was really good compared to others, but it was just not as mindblowing as she'd experienced it could be.
Luckily, the others arrived pretty soon and with Chris Argent in the room, eyeing Aidan disapprovingly whenever he was close to her, Ethan got him to focus on the map spread out on the huge table with the Celtic symbol underneath. Isaac stayed on the other side of the table from Allison. The way he kept looking at her, it was clearly just so her father would not notice that there was tons of unresolved sexual tension. Lydia was sure that not wanting Allison was not the problem Isaac had.
With the Sheriff arriving, their little round for today was complete. He eyed Ethan and Aidan suspiciously, like he always did, which sometimes made her wonder what exactly Scott and Stiles had told him about the twins.
"Okay, here is what we know. There have been five animal killings, the last happening on Monday. They have all been in different locations, some in and around the woods, others in town near remote areas. The two children have been killed during the day, one in the early morning on his way to school, the second one in the afternoon on her way home. So far there is no pattern to the killings that the FBI has been able to determine."
As he spoke he attached small yellow post it notes with details to the kill locations marked down with red circles. From the hand-writing, Lydia knew that those were done by Stiles. She had to agree with the lack of pattern. "What about the other killings, is there any connection?"
"At first we thought so, since the bodies were clearly torn and gnawed upon, the autopsy report made it clear that while an animal chewed and tore on the parts, they have been dismembered by an axe."
That news caught anyone by surprise. "That means, that maybe those killings are not done by something unnatural after all?" Isaac was the first to come around.
"There was definitely something off with those crime scenes," Aidan said and was then supported by Ethan. "Yes, there was a smell that felt unnatural. If it had been a mortal with an axe and trained pets -we would have smelled it."
Chris nodded. "It is highly unlikely that a man could hack apart another body without breaking into a sweat and leaving his scent behind."
"What else has the FBI found out about those killings?" Allison wanted to know.
The sheriff opened a folder with what seemed to be the autopsy report. "Yeah, first of the axe was not a wood chopping one but a medieval battle axe. Unlike with the animal killings, which had all different bite patterns, these have the marks of only one animal." Taking a deep breath, he added: "That of a wolf."
"That is impossible, there was no wolf smell on the crime scene," Ethan said.
"Yeah, but I thought I saw wolf tracks … " Allison's father said trailing off for a moment. "But I dismissed it because there were no tracks anywhere around the crime scene."
"You think, we lied to you?" Aidan bluntly said staring with crossed arms at Chris Argent.
Lydia could feel the tension clearly. The Twins had agreed to help but very reluctantly and only because Scott asked them. They still felt unwelcome, while Aidan had never said as much she had noticed. It was like they still had not figured out what to do now that the Alpha pack was gone. In theory Deucalion was still out there but since nobody had seen him since the eclipse, that had left them to figure out things on their own.
"I might have, if Scott had not made it clear that he had not smelled the scent of another werewolf either," Chris explained. "That means, if a werewolf is responsible for these killings, he knows how to mask his scent."
There was an uncomfortable silence, where everyone contemplated that possibility. Even though it seemed that nobody actually thought the twins were involved, at least the two adults in the room were not that comfortable with them. Then the Sheriff asked a good question.
"So, given that we know about at least two homicidal werewolves - anyone has any idea what they have been up to?"
Ethan shook his head. "We have not heard from Deucalion since that night."
"Then what about the other guy, the Hale guy?" Stiles' dad asked.
Isaac shrugged. "When Derek was still around, he was always hanging around, however we have not seen him since."
"Scott said he does not even know where he lives," Allison added.
Lydia felt like she should say something but she had no idea what. This was not the setting to share what had happened. With the last murder happening the night before he had kidnapped her, she had problems seeing him prepare the ritual and sneak upon the guard in the mall to drag him off into the next flower bed.
"We tried to track him for a time, Boyd and I, to figure out where he was living at - but we always lost his scent."
"Maybe we need to find and ask him, then," Allison said.
At this point, it was clear that they did went off on possibly the wrong track. Then again they might not. There was no denying that Peter had no problems to kill when it suited his agenda. There was always a reason for everything Peter had done. While the motive in this case might just be unknown to them, Lydia felt that something else was responsible. It was not just knowing that Peter had a busy schedule the past days; she had been with Aidan and Ethan when they had headed out to that murdered salesmen on the road. Whatever she had felt near that crime scene it had not been like anything she had sensed before.
"First, we need to find him," Christ reminded them.
"I could tell my people to be on the lookout, although I believe we do not have a picture - at least none with his face intact …"
The twins raised their eyebrows in unison, since of course nobody had told them what the deal with Peter was in the past months. It was not like they were hanging out all that much. It was mostly Scott who had tried to get everyone to get along, then of course the fact that Aidan was often at her place or the other way around. Peter had not been Lydia's topic of choice to begin with and around Aidan it just had never come up.
"Yeah, it's a long story," Allison said as she noticed the reaction.
Isaac nodded, then added: "I don't think anyone has seen him since Ethan went to warn Derek."
"Maybe he went with Derek and Cora, isn't he their uncle or something?" Aidan asked.
"He killed their sister, so I doubt they want him along," Chris explained.
That of course lead to more confusion and after looking at each other, it was finally Allison who began explaining the story. "This is the short, short version. Thanks to my crazy grandfather, you know the one who blinded your old boss, my aunt decided it was okay to burn down the Hale house and while Cora apparently escaped, most of the others died and Peter was badly burned in the flames. Last year about six years after the fire, he lured Laura back, who was the Alpha at this point."
Lydia could swear that more than one light went off, as the twins listened to that explanation. Maybe they knew a few details from Deucalion, maybe they just began to realise why most of them had been ready to give them a second chance, including the Argents: if half your family was homicidal you end up being a lot more forgiving.
"He killed her so he would heal faster. Before that he was in a coma with burns covering half of his face. As soon as he was better, he went after everyone involved in the fire. When he tried to kill me, we set him on fire again and Derek slashed his throat."
"Thus becoming the Alpha," Ethan scoffed. "Deucalion mentioned he killed his uncle but - how is he alive after that?"
Clearing her throat, Lydia felt like it was her turn to say something. "Before he went after Allison and her aunt, he bit me and for some reason that allowed him to spook around in my head …"
Aidan looked very angry when she mentioned being bitten, when her voice trailed down a bit, she was interrupted. "He did what? But if he was an alpha …"
"... why haven't I turned?" she interrupted his questions. "I am immune, I am something else. Anyway, one year ago he got me to knock out Derek." At this point, both twins laughed joined by Isaac. Even the sheriff and Allison's father were grinning a bit.
"Anyway, he knew this weird ritual and used Derek to come back from the dead. Since then he'd been lurking around. I don't know, I didn't see him again till we figured out where Miss Blake was keeping them and Scott's mom hostage." Lydia nodded into the direction of the two adults.
The sheriff cleared his throat. "Hearing the story again, makes me wonder why you trust that guy at all. I wish there was proof to arrest him for the killings but that you actually hang out with him?"
"Not for fun, he just knew stuff," Isaac said. "I mean, Derek did not like him but I guess he wanted to hear what he had to say, for some reason."
The urge to add to the conversation was there, but Lydia did not feel like saying anything for or against him. She rather wished that the conversation would move on and began looking again at the dates of the killings. While the animal killings were random, the two murders that had stuck out, had occurred exactly one week apart. It was not enough to determine that it was a pattern but it might be worth watching out on that night. Lydia said as much.
"Yes, we got everyone on duty that night and curfew will be moved to eight pm on that day, just to be safe. Not that we can possibly cover as much ground, we can just hope that by watching the roads, we can narrow down possible suspects by taking account who is out for work."
Allison sighed. "I have the feeling that whoever is responsible will know how to avoid police patrols."
"Which is why we got to be on the look out, not just for those murders. Whatever animals did kill the other people, they need to come from somewhere." Chris looked at the werewolves at the table. "We each can cover the areas around here and here."
Drawing circles around the two main areas near the forest where the killings had occurred, Chris began to describe how they could try and cover them, so that if the animals showed up they might be able to track them before they managed to disappear again.
"So in other words, you think the animals doing the attacks are also directed by someone?" Aidan finally said.
"Maybe even the same person, someone who bred hybrids, modified their jaws - someone like that might also keep a wolf and know how to make it seem like something else."
"Didn't we just agreed that the murders were done by a werewolf?" Isaac asked.
Lydia sighed. "No, that was just a possibility. Just because the killer knows how to mask their scent and Peter does the same, does not automatically point to his guilt. If someone came here, they might be aware that there are werewolves in Beacon Hills and this is just them being careful, in case that the pack present does not like what they are doing."
To her surprise everyone was listening and either nodding or revealing that they agreed with what she had said.
"Then shouldn't we ask Deaton, if he can make sense of what we have discovered? He said needed more information …" Isaac wondered out loud.
"Maybe he does not want to speculate," Ethan replied. "Deucalion said, that the Emissaries like to give out advice but they seldom share actual knowledge. Like they will tell you not to do something but neglect to tell you why that is."
The other looked skeptical but Lydia felt that this was not so far off. Not just because Peter had told her essentially the same, there was a certain reticence about Scott's emissary that even she had noticed. That with her having barely anything to do with him. Apart from bringing by Prada for shots, going there with Stiles once and that long time during the ritual, she had not set a foot in the building.
"Then why did he make everyone kill their emissaries, too? Just because they would not share information?" Allison asked.
"Because they do give good advice," Lydia said. "It's not about the knowledge they withheld, it was the wisdom they might share. Decaulion didn't want outside influence."
"I think, Lydia nailed it." Aidan suddenly said. "I mean, Morell was not lying about him killing Ennis. The moment she said it, he tried to kill her."
There was such disappointment and bitterness in his voice that Lydia could not help but take a step closer and wrap her arm around his waist. Much to her surprise, he did not made any stupid comments and just pulled her closer. This time she did not care about the awkward looks from Stiles' and Allison's fathers. She would not have cared if it was her own parents, not that they would know why they two men were uncomfortable with the development.
It was strange, suddenly he had pulled her even closer and there was this noticeable shift, when Ethan was standing closer as well. Lydia had heard the story how they had become part of the pack and how Deucalion had helped them. They had to feel particularly betrayed. That he had turned them into killers was one thing but that he had casually killed one of them must really burn. She found herself taking Ethan's hand.
"Ehm, yes, there is something else, we should talk about." Allison broke the awkward tension as everyone had watched that sudden display of them not so subtly comforting each other. "There is also these accidents that keep happening. Stiles discovered them, in each case there seems to be some confusion in the insurance investigation, which are all ongoing, as to how the accidents could have happened. Like the first victim was working on his roof, when he somehow hit himself with a hammer fatally in the skull. One blow - while witnesses did not see the hit, they know nobody else was on the roof."
Allison also marked the locations with a set of post-its this time in another colour, but also in Stiles' handwriting. "That was friday two weeks ago, the next tuesday, a man cut off his own arm with a table saw in his garage. He passed out and bleed to death. Next friday, a screwdriver ended up in a woman's eye - last tuesday, a man cleaned his drain and despite the electricity being switched off got his hand maimed and then died from a heart attack. This friday, a girl from our school, got electrocuted when she drilled a hole in a wall without any wiring. There was no visible damage on the drill either."
"Someone from our school?" Isaac said shocked. "Who was it?"
"Sally Warton, she was a freshman," the Sheriff explained. "It was all rather shocking, the father wants to sue the firm that made the drill, the mother is still in shock."
"You think there actually might be a supernatural connection?" Ethan asked.
"Well, I was at the garage and outside the house of the first victim, not that me not picking up anything is a guarantee that nothing supernatural was going on." Lydia had remembered how utterly uneventful that trip had been. Nice normal neighbourhoods and not a hint that anything creepy was going on. The whole visit had made her feel as annoyed as when Stiles had put the Ouija board in front of her. While she had accepted by now that she had some abilities, she still could not switch them on and off, so the result was basically the same. Only the frustration she had felt then was more directed at herself not at Stiles for wasting her time with what at the time had seemed pretty silly.
The sheriff sighed. "I give that these death are weird - but are we really sure that it is something supernatural causing this? Given time I am sure the insurance investigators will find something. Although, I could probably speed this up, if I can get Scott's father to look into that. The FBI lab examining the drill and the other tools might show if there was some sort of foul-play or just bad luck much sooner."
"Is he back in town?" Chris said wearily.
Lydia recalled Allison getting into a lot of trouble for throwing that smoke grenade. They had sorted it out with him and the help of the sheriff, but tension remained. The Argents were not too keen on anyone looking into their business. Since that might alert the extended family and they really did not want anyone else noticing that they were still involved with werewolves. Even more so given the nature of that involvement.
"Yes, the FBI itself does see this as an animal control problem but Agent McCall is having a look anyway. Now, I don't want to be rude and start something with the FBI, especially with there being that much fear and panic in the town already over these deaths."
"Then better keep him occupied," Allison suggested. "So he can't stick his nose where it might get ripped off."
At least the three werewolves found that comment amusing. Nobody wanted to let him on their secret. Given that Agent McCall was an outsider, there was no telling how he might react and with his FBI connection he could prove to be the biggest danger to them. Luckily, Stiles' father had taken it rather well and understood that with the forces that were at play, the police could not solve all problems.
They talked a bit more about where the police would keep a lookout and where the Argents and the werewolves would do the same. Lydia knew she would not be able to help with that but at least with everyone occupied, she might have more time to look into active dreaming and if Peter showed up again, she could ask him about the killings or better yet, get him to spend the next night from Wednesday to Thursday with her. That would not tip him off about them being suspicious and if something happened while he was with her, that would mean more than him just saying he had nothing to do with it. Although the plan had a severe hole: how would she get him to stay that long?
'Yeah, Lydia,' she thought rolling her eyes considering how obvious that reply was, 'how could you get him to spend the entire night with you?' Then there was the question, if she did proved that he was not the one responsible, how would she tell the others? It would probably not go over well with the others if she stated he was helping her with her dreams and just happened to stay over all night.
Once they had decided on the right strategy, the sheriff left first and the twins and her relocated to the living room, while Isaac stayed behind with Allison and her father in the study.
"So, looks like you will be busy for the next few days," Lydia said.
"Through some of the night, the evening - but it's more a matter of chance anyway."
Aidan drew her closer, while Ethan leaned against the back of the sofa. "I wonder how I can explain all that to Danny."
"He still has no idea, does he?" Lydia said remembering how it had been when she was just as blissfully ignorant. Then she noticed how Aidan and Ethan were looking at each other. "What?"
Taking a deep breath, Aidan stared even more intensely at his brother. Finally, he stood up and paced, before finally speaking up.
"I want to tell him, I want to .." Ethan paused. "offer him the bite."
"Isn't that kind of dangerous?" Lydia wondered.
"Yes, that is part of the problem," Aidan took over the explanation. "First, he won't know how Danny will react to the truth. Even if he agrees, there is no way of telling him what his chances of successfully turning will be."
"We have no experience with that and we could hardly ask Deucalion about it. I don't want to make the offer if all I can say is, yes it might kill you, but how likely it is, that I can't answer."
It was a difficult situation, Lydia was somewhat touched by how concerned Ethan was about giving his boyfriend all the information. It was easy to see how much he cared. In that way, he was so different from Aidan who always tried to act cool and tough. Lydia wondered what made the two of them so different. Then again, maybe it was just that Ethan really loved Danny and Aidan merely liked her. Not that she minded, she was not in love with him either.
"Have you thought about asking Deaton for advice? He might know the risks. The worst that might happen is him telling you not do do it, that he won't help and in that case, you know as much as you do now."
Ethan looked at her. "Thanks, that is an option I have not thought about. I guess, I have not even decided how to tell him."
"Maybe when this is all over we can go on a double date?" Aidan threw into the room. "Spend the evening together and then when you spring it on him, you have us close by."
"Sure," Lydia said. "That sounds like a good plan, if Danny needs a non werewolf to talk to, I can lend an ear."
"Maybe we should go upstairs? It's not like they like us here or us being together."
"I don't know, we should wait, I don't just want to leave without saying goodbye," Lydia said looking up at Aidan. "There is something else I wanted to ask you."
Then she did her best to describe the other werewolf from the sex ritual, of course she did not mention how she had encountered him. It was just the physical appearance and from the look on Ethan's face and Aidan's hand holding her a bit tighter, she knew that they had seen a werewolf that fit the bill before.
"Where have you seen that werewolf?"
The question almost came simultaneously, she had no other resort but a lie, that she hoped they would not notice. "It was in a dream, some time ago, I just thought of it again … Why? Do you know who that might be?"
"Lydia," Aidan turned her around to look at her directly. "That description you gave - you could not have described Deucalion better if you saw him in person. Lydia?"
She saw the worry in his face, from how cold her cheeks suddenly felt she realised that all the colour had gone out of them. Her knees felt a bit shaky, as she suddenly realised the truth. Lydia had know it was not Derek. She had felt it from the get go. That ruse about the possession, that had been a clever half-truth, since they also called him the demon wolf, as she dimly recalled.
Suddenly, the true purpose of that ritual dawned upon her and it made her glad she had someone to hold onto. It did not even matter how he had gotten a hold of the powerful, lunatic alph. What mattered was that Peter had made her have sex with Deucalion.
Next chapter is a guest POV chapter from Allison's point of view. Then it's back to Lydia in chapter 8 and Peter will show up again, too ;)