Beacon Hills Hospital

A place full of misery, death, and the strong smell of blood. There was rarely any miracles here. But Lydia was one of them.

She was attacked by Peter Hale, but everyone thought it had been an animal attack. Stiles had forced me to come along, awaiting the moment Lydia would be released.

It was late, and I was just looking at her. She looked so sickly pale someone could mistake her for dead if it weren't for the beeping of her heart monitor.

I turned my head, seeing Stiles sleeping soundly, and loudly on the chairs. I winced at the sound of a beeping that had definitely come from upstairs, followed by a flatline. Shame.

I looked back to see a nurse waking Lydia up to take her to the shower, looking at the gauze on her neck, soaked in blood. I could smell how potent it was. Like it reeked of a poison.

Stiles snorted awake, wiping the drool off of his face and groaned, sitting up. "Oh god... my back." He rubbed it in pain, standing up and cracking it loudly.

"You hungry? They got a vending machine down the hallway." I pulled out a few dollar bills as he nodded quickly, the two of us leaving Lydia's area to go find a snack.

I sighed whilst putting the money in the slot, pressing the buttons for a candy bar. When Stiles had gotten to his, the package got stuck. I held back a snort as he shot me a glare, wiggling the vending machine back and forth.

"That's not gonna work." I said as the boy ignored me, now pushing it back and forth. I took a step back , yanking Stiles towards me as the vending machine came crashing down, glass shattering. Stiles looked over at me awkwardly as I shrugged.

"Told you." I smirked before my smile dropped to an expression of pain. I covered my ears as a piercing scream waved through my fingers, causing me to fall to my knees as Stiles looked to where the scream was coming from.

The scream suddenly stopped and I uncovered my ears, looking down to see a small trickle of blood on my hands. "Jesus Christ... what the hell was that?" J asked as Stiles helped me up.

"I think that was Lydia. Oh my god—" The look o. stiles face told me he was thinking the worst, and he was right.

Lydia had gone missing.

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"Yes, naked! Okay just find her." Stiles snapped at his dad, who frowned at him in confusion before he sighed.

"Alright. Let's get an APB out for a 16-year-old redhead." Sheriff Stilinski said as he gave me an odd look.

"Strawberry blonde, actually." I corrected as he raised a brow.

"What?"

"Lydia's hair. She's strawberry blonde." I said as Stiles nodded in confirmation.

"O—okay... anything else?" He asked as Stiles nodded.

"Actually yeah... 5'3, green eyes and she's fair skinned." Stiles smiled meekly as his dad hummed.

"Alright. Now you two can get your asses home." Mr. Stilinski ordered as the two of us nodded, turning around.

"Do you think the hunters will go after Lydia?" I asked as Stiles nodded.

"Why wouldn't they? She was attacked by a freaking Alpha she's probably a werewolf now, too." Stiles whispered as the two of us walked out of the hospital and towards his Jeep, which had been collecting dust for the last several hours.

"Okay but if she's turning, would they actually kill her?" Stiles asked as we finally got in the car. Stiles was searching through the center console, yanking out a scarf and handing it to me. I took it with confusion, raising a brow at him.

"What the hell is this?" I asked as Stiles sighed, hands on the wheel.

"It's Lydia's favorite scarf. I went to her house a few days ago in case something like this would happen. You gotta track her."

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Lydia had led us to the Hale house. But she wasn't there. "This is where her scent led. But has she ever been here?" I asked as Stiles shook his head.

"There was no reason to. She wasn't supernatural." Stiles said as we got out of the Jeep.

"Maybe she was looking for Derek. Because Peter was her alpha, and now he's dead she needs a new one." I assumed as Stiles shrugged.

"It's a possibility. Wolves need a pack."

"Strength in numbers. Werewolves are stronger together." I whispered, looking around. "We are faster, and stronger in literally every way. This way." I said, Stiles and I going deeper into the woods.

After about thirty minutes, Scott had called us to ask if we got anything on Lydia. And obviously not, so he hung up.

Stiles stopped me with a tight grip on my shoulder, pointing down to a trip wire. I gave him a look of curiosity, using my foot to pull it up. And then we were being flung into the air and trapped.

"Hey, Dean?" Stiles asked as he tried to situate himself. "Next time you see a trip wire... don't trip it." He snapped as I rolled my eyes.

"Stiles?"

"Mr. Argent?" Stiles said as I looked down at the man.

"How are you doing?" He asked as he shrugged.

"Oh you know... just hanging around." Stiles joked as I groaned.

"What are you doing out here?" Mr. Argent asked as I shifted in the trap.

"We're looking for our friend. Could you uh... help us out?" I asked as he hummed, nodding as taking the trap down. I shimmied my way out of the ropes, fixing my shirt.

"Lydia's your friend, right? Part of your clique?" Argent asked as I looked at Stiles.

"Um... you could say that." I smiled nervously at Mr. Argent, who was staring at me intensely.

"So what's your name?" He asked as I cleared my throat.

"Oh uh... Dean. I'm Dean." I shook his hand quickly as he smiled.

"Edric? You're the brother of Jeremy, right? Kid that went missing?" He asked as I tensed up, nodding in confirmation. "Hm. He doing okay?"

"Uh. Yeah. Yeah— he's doing good."

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So somebody took Kate Argent's liver. Or.. something.

It wasn't necessarily my problem at the moment.

What was my problem, however, was the fact Derek made a new Beta and didn't tell me.

His name is Isaac Lahey. Apparently he's got a bad home environment and agreed immediately so he'd have the confidence to fight back or something. I couldn't really focus when his eyes were staring into my soul. Even though he didn't make direct eye contact at all.

But that's not necessarily my point. Scott was currently being a bitch.

"Derek has already bitten you and now another person. He's only doing this for his own benefit, you know that right?" Scott snapped as I scoffed.

"Yeah, okay. Like you know anything, you don't even like Derek." I said, hands gripping my backpack as Scott rolled his eyes.

"Because he's dangerous."

"We're all dangerous, Scott. Some just more than others."