My head was pounding by the time classes let out for the day. I was past exhausted after yesterdays meeting. Peter showing up as he did, though it didn't do a lot of damage, it did set back them actually forgiving him. Now I have to make sure that whenever we meet, Cora doesn't accidentally on purpose gut him like a fish.

I nodded to Isaac as he past me on his way down to the locker room to dress out. He was back in school and still mostly keeping to himself. We were able to persuade him to join us for lunch, taking a table all the way to the back of the cafeteria that was usually left empty. He was quiet and barely eating his lunch, but Stiles was able to provoke a chuckle once or twice from him. Allison joined us half way through, sending him a smile but otherwise not engaging him in conversation, his demeanor showed that he wasn't really up for talking. So, we talked around him, not really excluding him but not forcing him to participate either.

I had been trying to come up with a plan to get the info I had for Argent to him without alerting Allison to anything and hadn't really figured out how. Until I heard Allison talking to Lydia in the hall after last period saying she couldn't stay. Her father was picking her up for something, so she was meeting him out front. I cornered Lydia and asked her to keep Allison occupied for a few minutes. I told her I would explain later when we talked but I needed a minute with her father. She got a twinkle in her eye and agreed. I'm sure she thought it had something to do with the budding relationship she thought we were developing.

"Stiles." I called running up to him as he shoved his bag in his locker. "I need to talk to Argent really quick. Come with me?" I asked. He agreed and followed me outside. I didn't have to look far before I saw him parked in front of the walkway. Waving to him, we jogged up as he got out of his car and met us around front.

"Hi Mr. Argent, my name's Scott McCall, I'm a friend of Allison's." I told him, holding out a hand. He looked at me for a minute with an expression that was a cross between curiosity and amused.

"Just a friend?' he asked, shaking. I laughed.

"Yes, just a friend. This is Stiles, also just a friend."

"Nice meeting you boys." He grinned. "What is it I can do for you?"

"I've tried to think of some way to subtly bring this up so we could talk but things are moving too fast, and I don't have time for subtle anymore." I told him as I looked around and reached into my backpack, pulling out a thick large envelope. "I have some information for you, some things I really think you need to hear and know. But right now, I know you don't even know me, and you won't believe anything I say. So, take this and when you get a moment when you are completely alone look at it. This is only some of what I know, there is so much more. Once you go over everything then give me a call, my number is on a letter I have in there explaining some things."

His guard was instantly up as he cautiously took the envelope, watching me in the way he does when he is not sure what to make of someone.

"I promise this isn't a joke or anything like that. Right now, you are only working off half the information you were given in regard to why you are here. I can tell you all of it." I told him.

"And what do you think I am here for?" he asked, curiously.

"For the alpha that is in Beacon Hills."

His brows raised in surprise. Stiles slapped my arm and I looked at him. He nodded behind us, and I could see Lydia and Allison walking towards us.

"I don't have time to explain any of this right now. But look at what's in that envelope and then call me." I told him. He nodded slowly, tucking the envelope under his arm then smiling when his daughter joined us.

"Hey dad, sorry, Lydia was asking me something." She told him, leaning in for a hug.

"That's okay honey. Let's get going. It was nice to meet you boys." He nodded to us; his eyes hard but smile friendly-ish.

"You too Mr. Argent. See you later Allison." I said with a smile and a wave.

I waited until they had driven off before turning to Stiles and Lydia. Lydia did her famous brow arch in question. I shook my head, not wanting to go into it right now.

"Later, did you talk to your mom?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I don't understand how what she told me has to do with what we talked about."

"It relates, I promise. We have to get to practice but come to my house around 6:30 and we can talk."

"Fine, I really hope you can explain this because that feeling I've been having is getting stronger and the dreams getting weirder." She said.

"I will and I will help you with those, but later. We're running late."

"Yeah, later." She sighed and I took a second to really look at her. She looked tired and stressed and I wondered if her symptoms were worse. I nodded and had to drag Stiles away since he looked reluctant to leave her side.

"So, what was in the envelope?" he asked once we were back in the building jogging down the stairs in a rush to get to the locker room to change out.

"Just some stuff on the Nematon, Ad Initium that I got from Deaton and a few things about the Beast." I told him. "Enough to peak his interest and actually contact me."

"Are you at all nervous about meeting with him?"

"Yep but it's necessary. Kate was able to get into Allison's head almost from the moment she arrived and then Gerard just expounded on that when he came through. Granted it was because her mom had just died but he used that to manipulate her against us. Argent was able to help mitigate that, but it came at a price. Allison started to change. She started becoming reckless to prove she was tough enough to be a real hunter. Talking with him could help prevent all that." I whispered.

"Okay. So, are you ready for the talk this afternoon?"

"As ready as I'll ever be. The question is, are you ready for the talk this afternoon? I'm going to tell her everything and then afterwards, I'm going to tell you what you really want to know."

He stopped, one leg still in his jeans and looked at me.

"You mean about…"

"Yep. It's time you knew."

He blew out a hard breath then nodded.

"Let's get this over with then."

**REWIND**

I arrived home at 6:30 on the dot. Mom, knowing what I was doing took Isaac to his therapy session and was taking him out to eat. I was grateful. She was also curious about how I planned to handle things with Isaac. She was aware that he had been a wolf before and wanted to know if I planned to make him one now as well. I still didn't have an answer for that. For now, I just told her that I wanted him to heal a bit first before crossing that hurdle. She understood and fully supported that option.

Lydia was already parked out front and she looked frustrated. Using my wolf hearing I could hear her arguing with Jackson on the phone. She was still pissed at him, but I could tell he was still trying to slowly worm his way back into her good graces. I never really understood their relationship, but it really wasn't my business either.

Stiles pulled up as I was unlocking the door and got out of his jeep, I swear that thing deserves a Nobel prize, and hesitated when he noticed Lydia still in her car. But judging by the shade of red she was turning he decided not to interrupt her, instead joining me on the porch with a take-out bag in hand.

"Hey, I grabbed dinner, figured talking over food helped last time, why not this time as well." he shrugged.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was the Scotch that helped last time." I snorted.

"I mean that's an option if you want it to be." He said, setting the bag on the table when we walked in.

"No, its not an option. First, we are 16 and second even if that weren't the case, only two out of the three of us would be affected by it."

"Wait, what? You can't get drunk?" he asked.

"Nope, werewolf metabolism. Alcohol doesn't really work on us, no matter how much we drink." I told him.

"Did you try?"

"Sort of. You tried to get me drunk after Allison and I broke up the first time."

"Wow, okay. that really sucks man."

"It's okay. you got drunk enough for the both of us that night." I grinned at him.

Before he could respond a still enraged Lydia came charging in. she huffed as she slammed down in a chair and crossed her arms. Stiles and I just looked at her as she muttered under her breath.

"Everything okay?" Stiles asked, taking a hesitant step towards her.

"Yeah, fine. Except my so-called boyfriend is acting like a complete ass. He can't seem to understand why I'm so upset about what happened, any of it. he keeps saying that it was an honest mistake and that he didn't think he had drunk that much. Then he says that the only reason he was dancing with that girl is because he was drunk and didn't realize what he was doing. How contradictory is that?" she snapped.

"Very." I agreed and Stiles nodded.

"And then he got upset because I wouldn't let him sweet talk me into just forgiving him. Not once did he even apologize for what he did, just made excuses. Finally, I told him I was done talking about it and to call me back when he manned up and apologized and he said, 'Brittany doesn't think I did anything wrong'." She said, deepening her voice to mimic him.

"Brittany?" Stiles asked.

"The girl he was dancing with as she groped him, at my party." She said, emphasizing the 'my.' "You know what I should do, since he wants to talk about Brittany. I should find a guy to make him jealous so he will see what he has that he could lose." She mutters then sighs looking up at the both of us. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at first me then Stiles, and I knew I was going to hate the next words out of her mouth.

"You like me right? And you're single?" she asked him. Stiles recoiled and I could see the hurt pass across his face before he looked down and away. I clenched my hands into fist, pissed that she would even consider using Stiles like that.

"Hey Stiles, have you talked to your dad about that thing yet?" I asked him. he glanced at me quickly and away, his neck and cheeks red in embarrassment.

"Uh, no. he worked the late shift last night. I didn't get a chance too." he told me.

"Okay, why don't you go do that now and we can start when you get back." I told him, just to give him an excuse to leave for a while. He nodded, not saying a word, and darted upstairs to my room.

"What?" Lydia asked when she turned back to me, and I glared at her.

"Do you even hear the words that come out of your mouth sometimes? Scratch that, do you actually think about what you say before you say it?" I asked her.

"what did I say? He does like me. I just thought that this would be a win all around. He gets to-."

"Stop. Just stop. You really don't get it, do you?" I said shaking my head. "in what part of your brain did you think it was okay to offer to use him as some kind of revenge tool in your quest to get Jackson to behave. He's not a toy Lydia, he's not a lap dog and he's not here to help you get back at your boyfriend. What is wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I just thought-."

"Yes, you did mean it like that. But do you actually see him as a human being that has feelings? He is one of the realest, truest people in the world. He would bend over backwards to make you happy, to keep you safe, and you have the nerve…" I stopped, pacing around the table.

I took a deep breath to calm down before I faced her again. She looked nervously back at me.

"Do you know that he has liked you since third grade. From the first moment he saw you. And every year since then all he has wanted was for you to actually acknowledge his presence at least once. And then you did, just for a brief moment you saw him. I watched you at the party Lydia, you were enjoying talking to Stiles, you were having fun with him even if he was doing the most ridiculous dance moves known to man. I watched as he got in Jackson's face, knowing that he probably couldn't win in a fight against him, because Jackson opened his mouth and was about to say something colossally stupid and disgusting about you. I saw the look of surprise on your face that he would do that. it was the same look you gave him when he pulled you away before Jackson puked in your pool. And even though we had somewhere to be he wanted to make sure you were going to be okay before we left."

She looked down, uncomfortable.

"Do you remember how you felt when you saw Jackson dancing with that girl or how he makes you feel anytime he flirts with other girls right in front of you. to him it was nothing, but I know that it hurts you to see it, to put up with it. That is exactly how you just made one of the most loyal people in the world feel. Do you get it now?" I asked.

She nodded, still not looking up. I sat down across from her, making her look at me.

"I told you before that I am not trying to tell you what to do or who to be but, I know you Lydia and you are not this person. You don't use people; you don't hurt people. He didn't deserve what you just said and what you wanted to do, using him. you need to open your eyes Lydia. Is this who you really want to be, this cruel person?" I asked her. she stayed silent but I could smell the salt from tears not yet spilled.

"No, its not. I'm sorry. I really am. I didn't mean to make him feel like that. I don't want to use him. He's been really nice and sweet to me. I just… I let Jackson get to me sometimes and I turn into this whole other person. Someone that I am starting to realize that I don't like very much."

'Then why do you do it? why do you pretend? And why do you let Jackson, or anyone tell you who you should be?" I asked, honestly wanting to understand.

"Because I have to." she snapped, hands waving wildly. "I always have to be the pretty one, the popular one, the personable one. I always have to have my makeup and hair perfect all the time, wear the latest fashions and…" she closed her eyes and took a breath. "I'm not allowed to just be me. I have to be perfect for everyone else."

"No, you don't. you only have to be perfect for you, everyone else will or should adapt. Lydia, you don't have to be anyone but who you want to be, because that's who you have to live with the rest of your life."

"It wasn't always like this you know, this feeling of being perfect all the time. I could just be me before, but then my parents split up and it felt like they wanted two different kind of daughters. I love them but after they divorced it was like I was always trying to please them."

"And Jackson?" I asked. She huffed a humorless laugh.

"He was totally different when we started dating. He was sweet and kind. He made me feel special. But over time, the more money his parents showered him with the less of that person he was. And it got worse when he found out he was-." She stopped, her eyes clouding up and looking away.

"When he found out he was adopted?" I asked. Her eyes snapped to me, widen.

"How did you know that? no one knows that." she asked.

"I know a lot of things, most of which I will explain to you tonight. But him being adopted does not give him the right to treat you like he does, to act like he does. I know he has his issues and reasons for how he acts, and they are valid reasons for him to be so angry. But it does not give him the right to take it out on everyone else and especially on you. You have been with him through all of it, you have been his support system. You don't deserve this kind of treatment. You deserve someone who really sees you and who will treat you with the respect you should always strive to get."

"Please don't tell me I should be with Stiles. Not that there is anything wrong with him but…"

"No." I said, shaking my head. "I'm not saying that at all. Though I think that you two could have a good go of things, I think that maybe you need to spend some time with yourself, getting to know who you are as an individual first." I told her, then rolled my eyes. "And now I sound like a therapist."

"You kind of do. But you also might be right." She gave a watery laugh, swiping at her damp eyes. I could hear my door creak open upstairs.

"So, Stiles brought food. We can eat and talk. I hope you are hungry." I told her pulling the bag closer as we both heard footsteps on the stairs. She took a minute to pull herself together and nodded.

"Sure, what did he get?" she asked. I turned to the doorway when Stiles appeared.

"Not sure. what did you get?" I asked. He took a seat opposite the both of us but wouldn't look her way. I felt for him.

"Uh, well you'll eat anything, so I got you and I the same thing, orange chicken and I know Lydia likes chicken and broccoli and I also got some extra eggrolls because… eggrolls." He shrugged as if that explained it. it kind of did though.

"How did you know I liked chicken and broccoli?" Lydia asked him.

"You used to rave about it all through middle school and freshman year." He told her, only giving her a quick glance. She stared at him, surprised he remembered that far back.

"Thank you." she told him. he nodded as we grabbed food.

"Okay, so your mom told you the story about your grandma Lorraine and her partner and she told you about Meridith Walker." I started off.

"Right, but what does that have to do with anything?" she asked.

"Usually, I start this off with Show then tell but this time, I'm going to reverse it. So let me tell you the story about your grandmother and Meridith and then you tell me if I'm right?"

"If you already know the stories, then why did you have me ask my mother? And how could you possibly know anyway?" she asked, eyes narrowed.

"Just tell me if what I say matches what you were told, okay?"

She nodded slowly.

I started the story talking about her grandmother who worked at IBM and had a partner named Maddy then went on to explain the feeling she had and what she heard the day that her partner died. How after that happened she dove into the supernatural to try to figure out how she knew Maddy was going to die. How she built a study in a secret room at the lake house and hired parapsychologist to look into the occult. But she never figured out how she knew. All that changed when she found Meridith Walker, a girl who shared the same feelings she had. They tried an experiment with Meridith, but something went wrong, and Meredith seized during the experiment, hearing voices through the equipment used on her. She was sent to the hospital and Lorraine was sent to Eichen afterwards, where she died soon after.

Lydia was speechless as she listened, her mouth agape as she stared at me, after I was done.

"How could you possibly know that?" she whispered.

"Was I right? Was that the story you were told?" I asked instead.

"Yes, but…"

"Here's the thing, your grandmother did die in Eichen but not because she killed herself or anything like that. She was killed by an orderly there named Brunski. He's actually killed a few people there. Meridith is still in there but she's not crazy, well not really. She shares the same talent that you and your grandmother share. And if you were to go to the lake house now, you would find your grandmother's urn there. She gave it to your mother with instructions that when you turn 18 she wants you to spread her ashes."

"Stop. What's going on? How do you know all of this? Who are you?" she asked.

"I'm still Scott. I'm the same kid you have been going to school with since elementary. I'm just, more. Listen, the world we live in is not really the world we live in. I know that doesn't make sense but its true. Those dreams you have been having, those feelings, they mean something. They mean that your powers are activating, a lot earlier then they should."

"Powers, what powers?"

"When you feel things, do you sometimes hear things? Things you can't explain or even know where they are coming from?"

"Yeah, but-."

"And have you ever been set to go one place and suddenly end up somewhere else all together and your not sure why or how?"

"Scott, you're starting to freak me out." she said.

"I'm sorry. I'm not trying to, really. I'm just setting the stage to show you why this is happening. That dream you told me about when we were in that room, what you said I turned into. Did it look anything like this?" I asked then shifted. She squeaked, pushing herself further back in her chair and away from me.

"Jesus Scott, you couldn't ease her into it a little better then that?" Stiles sighed.

"No." I told him, shifting back. Maybe I was still a little miffed at her for how she treated Stiles. Even though I sympathized with her predicament, I was still feeling a little petty. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"How did you do that?" she gasped, her chest heaving.

"Its part of what I wanted to talk to you about. I'm a werewolf." I told her.

"That's not… What? Werewolves aren't real." She said.

"I believed the same thing until I was bitten one night while lost in the woods. But its all real. I know this is a lot to take but there is a reason you are getting visions and having these feelings."

"You're not about to tell me I'm turning into a wolf, are you? I haven't been bitten by anything but my dog, Prada."

"No." I snorted. "You're not turning into a wolf. But you are connected to the supernatural. Just like your grandmother and just like Meridith. You are what's called a banshee."

"Okay, and what exactly is a banshee?"

"This is going to be a general overview of it because I, honestly never researched it, though you and Stiles did. A banshee is kind of like a harbinger of death. You have the ability to sense if someone is going to die, you can even find the bodies. You also get feelings sometimes, like that something is going to happen or if something already happened. You can hear things no one else can hear and sometimes the sounds get so overwhelming that you have the need to scream. A banshee's scream is very powerful and the more powerful the banshee the more deadly the scream. It can be used as a weapon but also as a calling."

"None of that sounds fun." She said, shaking her head.

"I know and most of it probably isn't. It is very useful though and the more you learn to use your power the better you get at controlling it."

"Okay, so I'm a powerful banshee that can sense death and can cause damage with my scream."

"You can actually kill with that scream; you have killed with that scream. Well, another version of you, but it was in self-defense." I explained.

"Okay, you lost me again. What do you mean I have killed with that scream? I've never done anything like that. all of this just started happening, recently. I didn't even know about banshees or screaming or anything."

"I know. That's the other part of what I wanted to talk to you about." I told her and for the umpteenth time I retold the story of how I became a wolf and everything that has happened to me at least, and how I ended up here. At this point I'm thinking about just recording it all on tape and playing it like a training video.

"I'm not sure what is happening right now." she said quietly, staring into space, after I finished explaining.

"that's how I felt when he first told me." Stiles snorted.

"So, you're saying that in the next three years I was attacked by a wolf, the same one that attacked you, Jackson turned into a large lizard creature, there were human sacrifices, spirit possession, assassins, chimeras, a monstrous beast, disappearing people and a town wide witch trial." She summarized.

"Yes all of that. And through most of it I had you, Stiles, and Allison with me to help face it, there were others thrown in as well but a lot of the time it was us four."

"Okay, and we never…" she said motioning between the two of us. I saw Stiles stiffen as he held his breath. "Not saying that's what I want. I mean you're cute and all, but I never got that vibe from you, you just felt… comfortable, like a good friend."

"No, we never got together, well not really. I mean we kissed once." I admitted sheepishly, still feeling bad about that.

"You did?" Stiles squeaked.

"We did?" Lydia asked at the same time.

"Yeah, it didn't mean anything though. You were pissed at Jackson, as per usual and I was dealing with the effects of the full moon coming and reeling from my break up with Allison."

"Wait, so you dated Allison before?"

"Yeah, we did, for most of sophomore year. But things ended."

"Are you planning on trying again this time?" she asked, a bit of hope in her voice.

"No. I don't feel that way towards her now and I kind of already have feelings for someone else."

"Oh, that's too bad. Not that you already have someone else, but I thought you guys would make such a cute couple." She sighed.

"We did. we made a cute, sweet, mushy, complicated, stressful couple."

"Hold on, let's go back to this kiss." Stiles said, cutting in. I snorted.

"It was one time and brief. But yeah, you were pissed at me. which made for an uncomfortable night since you were keeping watch over my shift. It was only my second full moon. You chained me to the radiator in my room and sat in the hall."

"How did that turn out?" he asked, forgetting his outrage.

"I ended up shifting, breaking the radiator and jumping out the window." I told him. "I want to say I apologized to you the next day but I'm not sure I did. So, I am sorry about that. I really wasn't in the right frame of mind that day and I really shouldn't have done that."

He nodded in acceptance.

"Okay, so getting back to the topic, you're from the future and a werewolf, I'm a banshee… and what supernatural creature are you?" She asked Stiles.

"Uh, right now I am just human. But apparently, previously, an evil fox spirit possessed me. It was very evil. But I got better." He told her with a smile. She laughed.

"He did get better, and it was, in part, thanks to you. your talent was able to locate him when he was injured, and you were with me when we were able to separate him from the Nogitsune. You also stayed with him when he was weak, and Kira and I had to battle the Nogitsune."

"Uh huh." She nodded. "So, what does any of this mean for me now? I mean I am already feeling things and seeing things, but according to you I could do so much more before."

"Well, there are two options there. You can stay as you are, then, when you turn 18 your powers should be at full capacity."

"Or…"

"Or I can activate your powers fully now, but that would involve you in all the things that are going to happen. I won't lie, if you decide on that option its not going to be an easy road for any of us. We are changing things now, trying to lessen some of what should happen, but we won't be able to stop everything and with us changing some things it will change other things as well and we won't know if it will be better or worse then before." I told her.

She bit at her lip, thinking.

"Honestly, if I had my way, I would activate your powers now. Not just because you were a great asset to have and a part of my pack but because you turned into one of my best friends and I miss that friendship. But the choice is yours to make. Either way you decide I would love to start building that friendship again."

She smiled timidly at me, nodding.

"But to activate my powers that means you would have to bite me, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, I would. It would hurt and since you are not a shifter it wouldn't heal like I would, you would have a scar. But you would be better protected and more aware of things."

"Where would you do it?"

"It can be anywhere you want it to be. Somewhere well hidden if you don't want anyone to see. Before, you were bitten on your side, near your hip."

"Would you have to turn into what you just did a few minutes ago?"

"No, but my eyes would turn red, and my fangs would extend."

"Well, that's a relief. I mean you don't look quite like you did in my dream but close."

"I didn't?"

"No, you had more hair and your face actually transformed more into a wolf I guess, muzzle and all." She shrugged.

"Huh, I never went that far previously. Maybe since I am embracing my wolf more now then my transformation will become different." I mused.

"You never turned that much before?" Stiles asked.

"No, what I have been doing is all I have ever done. I mean I think I came close once when the assassins attacked. But I stopped myself. I just kept thinking that I didn't want to turn out like Peter or Deucalion."

"Well, maybe like you said since you accept it better this time around you will change more. Maybe even go full wolf like Talia and Derek did." Stiles said. I nodded thinking it was possible.

"I'm not sure which way to lean on this. I mean either way I will become a banshee, but I don't know how I feel about speeding up the time on it. I don't think I am against it, but I want to think about it some more." Lydia said.

"That's fine, just know that right now we are getting close to the first event. Right now, you are not in any danger, there's no reason for you to be. But still, be careful, I don't want you getting caught in the crossfire and if you get any more feelings or have any more strange dreams, let one of us know."

"I will and thank you, for explaining it all to me. I'm already feeling less anxious knowing what it all means."

"Of course. Now, any questions you have?" I asked and we all went back to eating while I answered, or Stiles answered any question she had. Stiles has been researching a lot since finding out, just like the first time around. He's keeping a lot of documentation on what he has found so far, in a binder hidden in his closet, just in case.

Stiles had relaxed more, and we were joking around and finishing dinner when my phone pinged. I let them continue talking as I checked it, surprised by who it was. I didn't think it would be this quick.

"It's Argent." I said, breaking into their conversation.

"It is? that was fast." Stiles said.

"Argent?" Lydia asked.

"Allison's father." I answered.

"He's a hunter, a werewolf hunter." Stiles added. She nodded.

"Stressful and complicated." She said, talking about my description of mine and Allison's relationship. I opened the message, raising a brow at it.

ARGENT- WE NEED TO MEET.

"He want's to meet." I told them.

"Tomorrow?" Stiles asked.

SCOTT- TOMORROW OKAY?

ARGENT- TONIGHT WOULD BE BETTER.

"He wants to meet tonight." I sighed.

"Oh boy. Let me call my dad and see if he can meet up tonight, he's at the station on an overnight." Stiles said, pulling out his phone. "Wait, why don't we meet there?"

"You want to meet with a werewolf hunter at the sheriff's station?"

"Well, its secure and he's not going to try anything in a building filled with cops. And since you want Derek involved which means Cora will be there he might feel more comfortable having a bunch of humans, who carry guns, around."

"That's true. Let me check with Derek." I said switching to Derek's contact.

"Who's Derek and Cora?" Lydia asked.

Stiles explained while I sent a quick message to Derek.

SCOTT- ARGENT WANTS TO MEET TONIGHT. ARE YOU UP FOR IT?

I waited, listening to Stiles talk to his dad, asking him the same thing. He nodded to me as he listened, telling me it was a go.

DEREK- WHERE?

SCOTT- SHERIFF STATION.

DEREK- BE THERE IN 30.

Feeling a bit nervous and jittery at having yet another meeting about all this I switched back to Argent.

SCOTT- SHERIFF'S STATION IN 30 MINUTES.

ARGENT- SEE YOU THERE.

"Okay, we're set. He'll meet us there in 30 minutes. Sorry to cut this short Lydia, but this is important."

"It's fine. I have a lot to think about anyway. I'll see you guys in school tomorrow." She said getting up.

"If you have any questions or just want to talk about any of this then give one of us a call. In fact, you should probably call Stiles. He's done a lot of research on everything. He might be able to answer most of your questions." I told her and Stiles perked up. Lydia gave him a smile and nodded. Taking his forgotten phone from his hand, she inputted her number, called herself then handing it back.

"Bye guys and good luck." She said with a wave before leaving.

"She gave me her number." He whispered. I snickered grabbing him by the shoulders and marching him towards the door.

** Lydia's knows now and she's reevaluating her life. Argent is just as impatient as Peter and Stiles is in disbelief. Never a dull moment. **

**I posted 3 chapters this time because i need to focus on some of my other stories for a little while. I already started on the next chapter for this one but not going to post it yet. Hopefully this tides you over for a week or so. Not abandoning but prioritizing my others for a bit. Hope you enjoyed. **