A/N : Picture on top ain't mine, it's what Stiles dragon looks like, just add pitch black eyes instead of purple.

 I know I'm late 

But I've read every comments and I'm really happy to say that I have the best readers in the entire Wattpad universe !

Also I wrote this on my mom's phone and I'm sick like a lot ( sneezing every second right now ) 

And we are at almost 600 reads ! I really can t believe it you guys are awesome I couldn't have done anything without you ! 

Voices in italic as usual 

Love ya    \(^o^)/

Weirdos 

Previously on ' The Dragon Prince' : 

The pack discovered that Marie Lou and Deaton weren't conscious when they performed their ritual, Lydia is having banshee prediction about her friends death, she did what she could to keep the voices away but unfortunately failed as a result to it she screamed. 

Stiles POV : 

She was kneeled on the floor, her hands up to her ears. Facing us, the giant window behind her.

As she screamed whe all flew backwards. My dragon senses frozed time or at least made it slower. I could see Jackass's face : his eyes were wide open and his mouth too. I wish I could take a picture of him in that pose.

My eyes slowly made their ways to my Strawberry again, the glass window behind her shattered and the broken pieces started falling.

They were going to fall on her 

Without even thinking twice about it. I trew a ball of energy towards Lydia, the ball formed an invisible umbrella, the glass shards bounced on it, leaving her without a scratch.

I shouldn't have used my powers, the more I used them the closer I'll be to the edge of morphing Time speed up, I felt my elbow touching the floor before loosing consciousness.

Lydia POV :

The voices were too strong I couldn't keep it anymore. 

So I screamed, everyone flew backwards, it reminded me of what Meredith said. That banshee voices could be used as a weapon, mine was supposed to be a bullet , my mouth a gun.

This time it felt more like a bomb.

But the thing is, I don't remember why did I scream.

Why would I scream so loud ? 

Why can't I remember ?

Who's going to die ?

Jackson POV : ( A/N : Why not ?)

She screamed like really loud. I know she's a banshee and all since Issac told me. But damn she really got that voice !

When my body crashed on the floor I immediately shot up to my feets. Searching for the girl I saw.

I wanted to know her, talk to her. Maybe I'll invite her on a date ?

She's so different from Lydia.

London and being a werewolf really changed my point of view on things.

She's so wild, strong and beautiful.

I hope she's okay.

Bloody hell I think I'm in love.

I got to her side, thank God she was fine, I helped her get up and I saw someone next to her.

Stiles, he was next to her. He didn't really like looked good especially his elbow.

 Lydia POV :

Thank God they were all okay, as everyone got up. We all noticed Stiles. He didn't looked good. His face was paler than usual and his elbow seemed dislocated 

I caused it 

It's all my fault 

His eyes fluttered as he woke up. Slowly making his way to his father, wincing in pain at each step he took. My eyes went to Derek sending him my ' I'm not going to pay look ' , he nodded putting his Sourwolf face on before contemplating the damages I caused to his now inexistant window.

" Lydia, what happened ?" Scott said, disconnecting me from my thoughts.

" I.... I don't know, Scott what's going on? "

He placed his hand on my arm, his alpha touch reasuring me.

" We're going to figure it out Lyds I swear. Everything will be just fine. We should all go get rest. We still have 24h before Holidays and don't forget Christmas is a thing too."

How could I forget about Christmas ? There's literally a thousand decoration each miles in Beacon Hills !

" We should organise a thing for Christmas, as a pack. " 

He chucked before saying " That's the Lydia I want to see ! You should organise it, a sort of movie night. You're the best at doind that kind of stuff ! Call me if you remember anything or if you have any weird feeling." I offer him a small smile, before he leaft me, making sure everybody was okay.

I don't know why did I proposed that.

Somebody is going to die.

Maybe not make it to Christmas !

As I turned my head around, I saw that Stiles was watching us from afar. He stare at me right in the eyes for a couple seconds, before turning around making his way to the door. His father following behind.

Stiles POV : 

He called her ' Lyds '

He called MY strawberry ' Lyds ' 

And he knew you loved her 

What a brother he is !

You hate him ! 

Admit it !

Say it Stiles !

I- 

I hat-

" Stiles ! " 

My father's voices brought me back to reality, we were  heading to Roscoe my best car friend ever.

" What ?" I replied my voices sounding deeper than usual 

" You okay ? Your elbow don't look really good " he answered, his eyes full of concern 

" It's just dislocated, can you drive ? And when we'll arrive at home I'll put it back "

" You're sure ? We should go to the hospital "

" No. No hospital "

He stare at me for a couple of seconds but we soon arrived to my car. We jumped in, and he started the engine. Making our way back home after a long day.

Exactly 4 hours of sleep and a replaced elbow that really hurts later :

Stiles POV :

I didn't sleep last night.

Like not at all, and now I feel irritated and exhausted and hungry and...

I looked at my clock, and I was late 

Really late

Coach is going to kill me !

I ran to my bathroom, my brain already making up an excuse. But then I frozed in front of the mirror. 

My face, instead of my whisky brown eyes they were entirely black, like onyx two white fangs were poking out of my lips and I had black horns on the side of my head going backwards. I looked like a demon.

It was me.

But at the same time it isn't.

It's him.

Not me !

No Stiles.

It's us.

A/N: Again I had to cut myself from writing too much

But heyyy I'm back !!! You may have noticed that Stydia won, by a point on Sterek. Sorry for everyone who voted Sterek, you guys won't quit me right ?

Even if there will a majority of Stydia, I ain't writing a love story ( I'll eventually add some stolen kisses here and there but that's it !)

I'll had some Sterek but it won't be love. It will be :

* send a rainbow * Friendship ! 

Too much love and glitter can be dangerous for you. Don't abuse the love.

Happy Christmas, Hanoucca, something or anything !

Stay weird

Special French sentence of the day : 

"I wish you a Merry Christmas! "

= "Je te souhaite un joyeux Noël !"

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