Chapter Eleven: Truth Prevails

"Breathe in slowly... good. Listen to your surroundings. Let them envelope you. Become one with the grass, the trees... You are a part of everything around you."

Lyra shifted slowly, her wolf humming under the surface of her skin. Her eyes were closed and her mind clear, and she listened to Deaton's soft voice.

"Feel the power around you. Everything has a place. Your power is drawn from everything around you; the sun, the wind, and the moon. Feel it, let it roll through you. You're in control."

Lyra exhaled deeply, stretching her arms skyward, reaching for the pale moon that sat low in the afternoon sky. She inhaled again, taking in the scents around her, the pines, the grass, the sunlight...

"Imagine your power is like the sun. It fills you up inside with its light. It changes the color of your eyes, and you feel it run through you like blood. Breathe in. You have the power to control when it burns brighter. Only you can control when it takes over your form."

Lyra brought her arms down, close to her chest. She imagined her power as a small sun burning within her chest. At her will, that power flowed to different areas of her body; her eyes, her fingertips...

And when her eyes opened, they burned a deep, clear red.

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Later that day, Lyra sat alone with Isaac at the peak. Their legs dangled over the grassy edge.

Lyra absently picked at a dandelion puff, twirling it between her fingers. She blew out a breath and watched the seeds float away in the breeze.

"How are your sessions going with Deaton?"

"Good, actually," Lyra admitted. "I think I'm beginning to understand the root of my power more."

"And you haven't gotten sick again?"

Lyra paused before answering. "No," she said softly.

It had been three weeks since she had sought out Deaton. He had promised to help her, first by teaching her through meditation on how to better understand and grasp her power. He wanted this to be her tool in controlling her fears, claiming that if she didn't allow the fear to cloud her mind, it would be powerful enough to control the wolf within.

"The mind, after all, is a great weapon," he had told her. "Use it well."

But there had been another factor has had quickly brought her fear to the surface. When she had first arrived at the vet's, Deaton had made a point to take her into another room to give her a routine physical examination. And he hadn't coddled her when he asked point blank if she thought she was pregnant.

Lyra remembered how her heart had all but stopped beating.

Even though the exam that later showed that she was not pregnant, Lyra was still grappling with her emotions over the prospect. She felt guilty for being afraid at first and she had also felt some sadness when Deaton told her she wasn't pregnant. Relief was coupled with some more guilt, relief that she wasn't, because it was too dangerous a time to be in such a state, then guilt came because she knew that even if she had been, it was still something that Derek would have wanted.

Of course she wanted to further discuss the idea of having kids with Derek. They had promised each other that they would do so when they were in Colorado. But now didn't seem right, it didn't feel right. Lyra didn't want to put herself or any children she might have in danger, not now, not with Peter still in the picture.

But she also couldn't deny the fleeting feeling of hope that had bloomed in her chest when Deaton had first asked her if she thought she was carrying Derek's child. And so she locked away the memory of that feeling, assuring herself that one day she would feel it again, and that time she would reveal in it and realize all her doubts about becoming a mother had been for naught.

Isaac bumped Lyra's shoulder, pulling her from her thoughts. "You look like you need a break."

Lyra lifted a brow, smiling. "A break from what?"

"Worrying so much. Why don't you go out tonight with Derek?"

Lyra's smile broadened when she had an idea.

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When Derek walked inside the local nightclub, he remembered why werewolves tended to avoid places like this.

The music pulsed and pounded against his sensitive ears, the lights were overly bright and colorful, and the place smulled of sweat, sex, and booze.

"Awesome," Cora breathed next to him.

One glance at her told Derek that for once, his sister wasn't being sarcastic. She enthusiastically grapped Max's hand and looked at Derek. "Go find Lyra!"

Lyra had arrived right before they had, having driven the other part of their group there in Melissa's car. The rest had come with Derek and Stiles in their cars.

Derek scanned the crowd. He could see Scott dancing close to Kira, both of their canine auras flickering in the flashing lights. Derek's eyes bled blue, and he saw how Scott's now red aura touched against Kira's golden fox aura, which brushed against his in interest.

He could see the golden hues of the Betas; Isaac, his sister, Max and her group... Then there was the other blue light coming from Victoria, then the bright red glow coming off of Abby. But it was Lyra's that burned a deep crimson, pulsing out like sunbeams, palpable from where he stood.

Lyra had her eyes closed as her hips rolled to the music. She was wearing tight, dark jeans and a patterned halter top that left part of her midriff bare. Her hair was yanked into a sloppy tail and her bare shoulders gleamed in the pulsing lights.

"You were the shadow to my light,

Did you feel us?

Was it all in my fantasy?

Where are you now?

Were you only imaginary?

Where are you now?

The monster's running wild inside of me

I'm faded..."

Lyra's eyes opened, flashing a deep red, but Derek couldn't tell if it was her wolf or from the lights. Her lips curled upwards when she saw him and she beckoned him over with a finger.

Derek felt the pull of her power, like a moth to a flame, and he went to her. His hands slid along her damp skin and he inhaled her scent, the smell of wildflowers and rain, and underneath the smell of her wolf.

Lyra moved so her back was pressed to his front before she started moving her hips again, dipping and grinding to the beat. Her head rolled back against his shoulder when his hands touched the bare skin of her stomach and her hand gripped his wrist tightly for a brief moment before letting it go.

Derek pressed his nose against the dip of her throat, and felt her blood pumping under the surface, hot and fast.

"Baby, this is what you came for

Lightning strikes every time she moves

And everybody's watching her

But she's looking at you, oh, oh..."

Lyra lifted a hand, threading it through Derek's hair as she pushed her hips back against his, grinning when she felt a growl rumble through his chest as his hands claimed her hips.

Then she was turned around, her breasts molded against his chest. Her grin was wicked as she stated into Derek's burning eyes. She put her arms around his shoulders and pressed against his hardness, before she leaned up into his kiss, which consumed her lIke fire.

She remembered thinking somewhere deep in her mind if that fire would always burn this bright and this hot. God, she hoped so.

"Get a room!" someone shouted. It sounded like one of the twins.

Lyra laughed against Derek's mouth.

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As soon as they were home, Lyra found herself pinned against the bedroom wall, rasping out Derek's name as he tugged and ripped at her clothes. The top was spared, since it tied together in the back, but the jeans met their demise from Derek's claws.

Lyra leaned heavily against the wall and cried out sharply when Derek's mouth found her center after her underwear met the same fate as her jeans. She gasped and bucked, her hands gripping his hair. Somehow, one of her legs went up and over his shoulder.

Derek growled against her possessively. The feeling sent shockwaves down her spine and she slapped a hand against the wall, trying to balance herself as Derek sent her spinning. Her nails dug into the wall and the plaster gave way slightly.

Impatient, Derek tugged at her hips, and she felt the world tilt before she was pressed to the thick carpet of hm their bedroom floor. Then both of her legs were slung over his shoulders and he dove back inside her with his tongue, brushing at her pulsing clit with his thumb.

Lyra's back arched midair and she cried out again. Her eyes opened and the violet irises bled red, and she rolled her hips forward again, her hands digging into Derek's hair again. Derek's name slipped out with a mess of curses and pleads. He listened and twisted her hips, finding a new angle, and then...

She came on a scream, her body pulsing and withing against Derek's. Before she could catch her breath, he was inside her to the hilt, riding out the last of her release.

Lyra's heels dug into Derek's hips, silently encouraging him, and then he was moving in and out of her in fast, rapid strokes, just as his tongue had.

Their bodies grew slick with sweat as he pressed her into the carpet, then he conceded to her when she growled and all but slammed him onto his back, taking control. She rode him with her head thrown back, and she snarled her pleasure when he sat up to lavish her breasts with his mouth. Then she was pressed onto her stomach, back into the carpet, and his hands bruised her hips as he took her from behind, growling against her ear.

Lyra pushed back against Derek, arching her spine, her eyes a deep and burning red, which constrained his burning blue irises. Claws were unsheathed and dug into her skin, before they interlocked their fingers, pushing each other towards a shared climax.

Lyra snarled when Derek bit down on her shoulder, his wolf marking hers, but the Alpha within her was in control, pushing her mate until his orgasm made him toss back his head and howl. She roared herself, clenching him deep within her body as she shuddered and spasmed.

Then they collapsed against each other, gasping for breath.

After a beat, Lyra pulled away from Derek, so they laid on their backs side by side. She looked at him, her red eyes melting to blue purple.

"So what are the chances that no one heard us?" she mused out loud.

Derek chuckled breathlessly. "Not good."

Lyra grinned. "Ah well. Maybe they'll learn something."

"God, I hope not." Derek looked over at her, lifting a hand to trace a knuckle over the blackened bruises on her golden skin. They were already fading. "Are you okay?"

Lyra stretched her arms over her head, sighing deeply. "Oh yeah. You?"

Derek smiled. "Oh yeah." His knuckles kept skimming over the dip of her hip bone. "Can I ask you something?"

Lyra folded her arms over her ribcage. "Of course."

"Remember how back in Colorado, we talked about talking about kids...?"

Lyra nodded.

"Can we... talk about it now?"

Lyra nodded again. "But before you go, there's something I want to tell you."

Derek watched her as she told him about her real reason behind visiting Deaton. She told him about her doubts and fears and buried hope about eventually having kids. She told him how she felt when she thought she might be pregnant, then how she felt when she found out she wasn't.

When she was done, they stared into each other's eyes for a long moment.

"One day, I do want to have kids," she assured him again. "But right now, with Peter and the packs..."

Derek smiled gently, reaching up to tug at her hair. "One day," he repeated.

Lyra smiled too, taking his hand in hers. Then she turned to look out the window. "The full moon will be in two nights. We should figure out how we're going to deal with so many werewolves in one area."

Derek nodded, moving closer to kiss her bare shoulder. "But right now..."

Lyra gasped when he covered her body with his, sliding back inside her. "Well figure it out later," she agreed, clinging to his shoulders when he started to move again.

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Later that night, Lyra dreamed of sitting on the peak again. She picked up another dandelion puff and blew, and watched its seeds scatter in the wind.

Then those seeds floated back down to the ground, embedding themselves in the rick, dark earth. They took root and then slowly, began to grow.

Lyra dreamed of a pack of wolves running through the forest, their cries echoing through the trees. She dreamed of one leading the way, a large and black wolf with red eyes, red eyes that then bled to green...

And when her dream faded away, the blackness swirled into a familiar shape. A spiral formed, and two more branched off from the first and darkened and solidified into a triskelion.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf.

Author's Note: This chapter included the songs "Faded" by Alan Walker and "This is What You Came For" by Calvin Harris ft. Rihanna.

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