chapter forty five
"the story of blue eyes"

"PETER, CAN YOU JUST SHUT up?"

Lynn snapped her head in the direction of the man as he simply chuckled, and she was slowly but surely losing patience. She wasn't going to allow Peter to just spill one of her deepest, darkest secrets just like that.

Both Stiles and Cora seemed intensely interested in the fact that Lynn was so defensive over something that was just supposed to be figuring out what was wrong with Derek.

"What, sweetheart, haven't told them your dirty little secret yet?" Peter smirkingly teased, the corner of his lip tugging upwards as he could see the way Lynn was becoming squeamish, that he was getting under her skin.

That's his speciality.

"Lynn," Stiles spoke up through the growling werewolves, and the brunette girl glanced over her shoulder towards her best friend — her scowled expression shifted more so into a softened confusion. "What is he talking about? What secret?"

"Nothing!" Lynn shouted angrily, immediately regretting the harshness that flooded her voice when Stiles almost flinched at her loud voice. "Look, it doesn't matter. Peter's going to shut the hell up and the discussion is over."

"We need to know where Derek is, what's going through his mind," Cora responded, and this time Lynn didn't feel bad when she met the girl with a sharp glare. "Peter, tell us."

"A werewolf has blue eyes for one reason, and only one reason at all," Peter instructed, and Lynn could feel her eyes turning from her regular blue ones towards her brighter, werewolf ones. "Care to explain, Lynn?"

She knew there was no stopping Peter at this point, the man had the biggest mouth Lynn had ever met. The two wouldn't stop picking until she caved, and that meant, there was no stopping her secret was escaping.

"I'm not staying for this, you want to spill your nephews secrets," Lynn suddenly snapped, narrowly escaping everyone's eyes as she spoke so angrily. "Then so be it, but I'm not going to be apart of it."

And with that, Lynn practically stomped her way out of the loft, leaving behind an interested Stiles Stilinski, triumphant Peter Hale, and confused Cora Hale.

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      My Obi-Wan👻🥍

Hey, just checking up on u. 7:38 pm

U okay? 8:01 pm

Peter told us about how a werewolf gets blue eyes. I hope you know you can talk to me, always. 11:27 pm

I love you, brilliant and beautiful Evelynn Kennedy. Goodnight, bestie. <3 11:29 pm

Lynn suddenly jerked upwards as her phone ringtone echoed throughout the air, giving her a near mini heart attack. Her chest pumped up and then back down just as quickly as a horse on a track, and she lifted her fingers to gently rub her eyes.

She ever so softly shifted in her velvety seat, her eyes darting down to the scrambled papers and single math book that had fallen down to the ground from her moving. Still dazed from her nap, she still continued rubbing her face to hopefully awaken herself.

      She had a desperately important math test tomorrow that she couldn't possibly fail, her grade depended on it.

      Lynn exhaled a loud gasp as her body flinched heavily as her eyes landed on her bed — spying the body of a male. She was at first having another heart attack, but then a wave of relief flooded her body and she split up from her spot.

      "Derek," Lynn breathed out happily, her eyes fluttering softly as the man stood up through the shadows of the room — where darkness had flooded her bedroom hours ago when the sun had set beautifully. "Oh my god."

      Lynn launched forward towards the male as he grinned through the silence, just pleased to see his girl. The past few days had been hard for him, some of the hardest he's ever went through, but the mere ideal of seeing Lynn made him jump in his skin.

      "Evelynn," Derek responded, opening his muscled arms wide towards the girl as she jumped in his arms, he tightened his grasp around her hips as he swung her in a warm circle.

      "I missed you, you asshole," Lynn murmured while snuggling her face even deeper into the crook of Derek's neck, just embracing everything she had missed for those few days that he was gone. "Just disappeared on me? Very rude of my supposed boyfriend."

      "Sorry, I'm, uh, not very good with this whole relationship thing," Derek shrugged softly while the two parted from their hug, and Derek softly placed two fingers under Lynn's chin to force the girl to make eye contact with him. "But, I am pretty good at this."

      Lynn couldn't help but smile as the man leaned forward, warmly placing his soft and wet lips on her own. Derek swiped his tongue along her lips, and Lynn forgot how damn good he felt to touch all over and everywhere.

      "You are correct about being good at that, though," Lynn grinned as their lips disconnected, and her eyes fluttered open to stare into those emerald green eyes of his.

      Lynn traced her finger down the side of Derek's face, noticing the way his beard had grown more fuller since the last time they saw each other — she knows how much he loves to keep it nice and neat. The bags underneath his eyes were more prominent, more noticeable even through the shadows.

      "I love you, you know that?" Lynn questioned, pecking quickly at Derek's wet lips softly.

      "I do know that, and do you know I love you?" Derek responded just as cheekily, a smile had crossed his face as his eyes flickered from Lynn's lips up towards her eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes of hers.

      "I know, who wouldn't love me?" Lynn chuckled softly underneath her breath while her eyes evaded towards the ground. A more serious expression then began to grow like a weed on her face, gaining Derek's furrowed eyebrows. "So, uh, I think Peter told everyone about your...the reason you have blue eyes."

      Derek's pinched eyebrows ever so slightly twitched, but it didn't seem like there was much emotion crossing his face like Lynn expected. Didn't he care? Lynn never wanted any of them to find out why she had blue eyes, so why didn't he mind?

      "You don't care?"

      "Do you know?" Derek asked surly, rather than directly replying to her previous question.

      Lynn trailed her fingertips to Derek's chin, softly holding onto him, "I didn't stay to find out. Whenever you're ready to tell me, I'll be here. But I sure as hell wasn't going to sit there and listen to Peter most likely lie straight through his teeth about something that completely belongs to you."

     Completely against his will, one of the biggest smiles stretched on Derek's face as he searched every word that Lynn spoke. It was all true, she was being absolutely honest, it said it all in those beautifully special blue eyes.

"But now Stiles and Scott and Allison...they all know why werewolves have blue eyes," Lynn puckered her lips off to the side anxiously as she carefully placed the side of her cheek against Derek's chest. Just taking in his warmth and hearing his heartbeat calming her nerves. "I don't know how I'll tell them...how I would tell you."

Derek shifted his mellow hand down to hold her neck even closer to himself, and he bent down gently to place a soft, wet kiss on the very top of Lynn's head.

"You don't have to tell me anything, Evelynn, just like you said earlier — I'll be here when you're ready," Derek explained, his voice filled to the brim with a certain tenderness he had ever used before. "But I think it's about time I told you about Paige."

Lynn tilted her head upwards towards the man, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she met those emerald ones of his.

And so he told the story — the story about how those two teenagers that had fallen in love all those years ago. How Peter had crawled into the deepest and darkest corners of his head and filled it with insecurities of losing the girl when she found out about who he truly was. How when she was bit, how she was in the most excruciating pain, how she begged for it to end.

So, Derek obeyed her wishes.

The couple sat on Lynn's bed as he slowly made his way through the story of his past — where Derek was leaning stretched out against her metal bed frame while Lynn was laying on his chest, softly rubbing her fingers across his skin when she knew he needed a touch of comfort.

She understood now why Derek had built those walls up so high, so perfectly protectable, amazingly durable.

"Derek...I'm so sorry."

Lynn lifted her head after what had seemed like hours, maybe even days of being in that comfortable position, but in reality had only been about an hour. She smiled softly in Derek's direction, the corner of her lips tugging upwards as the mere sight of the man made her melt.

"It's apart of me now," Derek concluded, and at the very end of his sentence, there almost seemed to be a sigh.

"Hey," Lynn shot forward to place her palm on top of Derek's, that was resting on his own lap. "You know Lizzy? The girl I talked about on that phone call when, uh, when Lydia laced the drinks at her birthday party last year?"

"Yeah, she's your sister, right?" Derek questioned by furrowing his thick brunette eyebrows, and Lynn reluctantly nodded, swallowing some anxiety tracing the back of her throat.

"Was," Lynn corrected without even meaning to, and then there was an expression of sorrow that took over her face. "You see, Lizzy wasn't like me and mom. No, she was human. Sometimes it skips a generation, y'know?"

Derek began to understand that this was Lynn's story of blue eyes, that she was comfortable enough with him to tell him her own past.

"We were in this new city, our third new one, or maybe even our forth," Lynn began, nibbling down on her cheek, to the point where she could taste blood. "It was this little town in Virginia, Mystic Falls — we thought it would be safe..."

      Lynn's previous blue eyes glossed over as the image of her dead sister flashed across her mind, and she just wanted to stop everything and go back to sleep.

      "But there was this pack already there — and the Alpha, he was dangerous," Lynn continued on, and even though she had a shaky voice, she refused to stop. "They somehow found out about us, and then one night they just showed up at the house...I tried to fight them. Mom doesn't turn unless it's a full moon, and Lizzy, well, she wasn't fighting."

      Silence.

      "Let her go!"

      A image of a younger Lynn cried out, an echoing of chains riddling against each other ringing out in the air. She glanced to her wrists, they were being hung upwards by the chain attached to the ceiling. Her feet could barely touch the ground, just her mere tippy toes.

      She glanced concerningly towards the younger Kennedy girl — Lizzy, as she was in the almost exact position. The girl was crying, but what ten year old human girl wouldn't be?

"Do whatever you want to me, but please, let her go," Lynn yelled out again, trying desperately to gain the attention of the man who was standing against the wall that was several feet away — only shadows scowling his face. "She's human, please."

"Sir wants her," the man creepily stated into the darkness, and Lynn had to swallow some anxiety rising in the back of her throat. "Both of you."

"I'll do whatever you want, just—"

Fourteen year old Lynn was silenced almost immediately as she heard the door that man was standing nearby swung open — revealing a tall, quite muscled man to proudly walk in.

"You come to my town, my pack, and think there won't be consequences?" The man's violent and threatening voice countered, and Lynn was trying to keep her frightened state under control. "What do you know about the Alpha Pack?"

The man took several steps towards where Lynn was practically hanging, and she confusingly narrowed her eyebrows at him, his dry lips parting open, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"C'mon, don't play dumb, girl," the man growled slightly, and Lynn's sarcastic attitude seemed to fade. "What do you know about them?"

"Nothing, we know nothing," Lynn quickly replied, staring deeply at the man so that he knew she wasn't lying.

The man then stretched out his right palm, but instead of your normal fingernails, they were replaced with nails. Lynn's eyes flickered from his eyes and down towards the practical talons of the werewolf.

"I know you do."

The man then sliced his claws in an upwards pattern on Lynn's left cheek, where she couldn't control the wild yelp of pain that escaped her lungs.

The two Kennedy sisters stayed there for hours, where the hours began to shift into days, and unknowingly began to turn into weeks. They rarely were let down, other than to occasionally be fed some awful amount of food or the bathroom. They hadn't seen or heard from their mother the entire time, figuring that they were holding her somewhere else.

They rarely touched Lizzy, which was an absolute blessing in Lynn's eyes — but that only meant that she would be the subject of their torture. No matter how many times she tried to explain to them, that she had no idea what an Alpha Pack was, or who they were looking for, they wouldn't listen. They even tuned into her heartbeat, which was steady the entire time they questioned her — so she didn't know why they were still there.

It had been eighteen days since they were originally taken that fateful night — and their bodies could show it. Dehydrated, starving, pale because they had yet to see the sun the entire time, and tired from hardly being on their feet. And one day, it seemed as if they had had enough.

"Evelynn, you have two choices here today, okay?"

Lynn's groggy eyes floated from staring at the grey concrete floor towards the man — the Alpha of the small pack, the man that came every single day at this time. Her stomach churned, but she couldn't tell if it was the anxiety of going through torture or if she was purely hungry.

"We know you won't tell us anything when we hurt you," the man's dry looking lips turned upwards into a devilishly evil grin. "But her, on the other hand?"

"Leave her out of this," Lynn's hoarse voice rang through the air, barely having the energy to keep her head up to maintain the eye contact.

"So, either you tell me what you know about the man named Deucalion, or she gets the bite."

Lynn's face straightened out as her eyes switched from the Alpha towards her sister, and then back towards the Alpha. His heartbeat didn't shift — he was going to do it.

"I don't — look, please, I have no idea who the man named Deucalion is, okay? Just...just let Lizzy go, she doesn't need to be involved," Lynn spoke rather quickly, and anyone could tell it was because of her nervous she was becoming.

Lizzy was too young, too weak — to survive a werewolf bite. Plus, because of her werewolf heritage, it would only make surviving the bit even harder, since her body rejected it the first time, when she was born.

The Alpha shifted his head to cower in the shadow of darkness for a minute, only for his perfectly human face to be replaced with sharp teeth and bleeding red eyes.

"Don't," Lynn pleaded out, her eyes become glossed over when she saw the man slowly trance over to where Lizzy was hanging — still unconscious in her little soft sleep. "Please, don't."

"Too late."

The man hooked his fingers around Lizzy's frail arms, and without a second of hesitation, he dug those fangs into her delicate skin. The girl immediately woke, crying out with pain and shock, and Lynn let a few tears slip down her cheek while tugging on the chains withholding her from helping her sister.

"No! Stop!" Lynn howled, but it didn't matter. Lizzy was already bit, and there was no going back down.

"I don't know why they wanted to know about Deucalion, and I don't know why he thought I would have the answer," Lynn whispered, and a single tear had made its way down her cheek as she explained the whole story to Derek. "But, um, well, I think you know how the story ends."

It had been quite a few hours since Lizzy had been bitten, leaving the girls by themselves almost instantly afterwards. The young girl had cried almost the entire time, about the pain, about missing their mother, about not wanting to become a werewolf.

"Eve...please," Lizzy whimpered, and the mere sound of it made Lynn want to burst into tears. "It hurts, it hurts so much."

Without even trying, Lynn's eyes shifted into a bright yellow, a gorgeous color that she had always been fond of growing up. She glanced all around the area, spotting a single skylight a few feet away.

It was a full moon.

Using the strength that the full moon was offering, Lynn growled under her breath while using all that might against the chains. It took a minute, but within a second — they snapped almost instantly.

She fell to the ground in a sudden heap, but tried to quickly recover in case any of the werewolves heard the ricocheting echo of the chains hitting the ground.

This was when she could finally get a good glance of Lizzy's wounds — and she tried her best to keep her emotions to herself. Blood had seeped all the way down the girls arm, and there was even the red liquid seeping down from her ears, her nose.

"I'm going to die, aren't I?"

Lynn switched from staring at the horrible wounds to her little sister, and she strongly shook her head while wrapping her fingertips around the metal chains that held her. Thankfully, Lizzy's was weaker than hers due to the fact they were holding a human, not a werewolf.

Lizzy wanted to collapse to the ground, but Lynn swiftly wrapped an arm around her waist to help her stay planted.

Slowly and carefully, the two Kennedy sisters made their way from that abandoned basement into a shadow riddled alleyway. They raced down, spying tall wooden trees in the distance, recognizing the woods. After digging a bit deeper into the dark forest, Lynn — being so weak from the previous weeks of torture mixed with not quite yet having her shift under control, had to pull to a stop from carrying her little sister.

"It hurts, Eve, it hurts," mumbled out a near unconscious Lizzy, who sat down with her back against a tree trunk. "Am I going to die?"

"No, you're not, I'm not letting you," Lynn demanded, her eyebrow twitching ever so softly as she focused in on Lizzy's heartbeat, and then she gritted her teeth together angrily.

She had never heard such a slow
heartbeat before.

Lynn released a loud sigh as she rubbed her temples, trying to think of what to do. She squeezed her eyelids shut, just wanting to rampage and let all that anger of the full moon out.

"It's okay," Lizzy breathed out, hooking her fingers softly around Lynn's wrist, and then another cry of pain escaped the little girls body. "I'm okay with dying."

"No, Liz, I—" Lynn tugged her arm back from her younger sister, tears threatening to fall at any moment.

"I'm tired, it hurts, please..." Lizzy begged, tears trailing down the usually blush covered cheeks, but there was only a coldness and pale covered expression leftover. "Just stop it, please, big sis?"

Lynn cried out a bit under her breath, while she kneeled beside her little sister one last time. Her heartbeat was only slowing down more, she was going to die — she was going to lose her little sister. But she didn't want her to be in pain anymore, and at this point, she had no idea about werewolves taking pain. But she did know how excruciatingly painful dying during a shift was, where their body rejected the bite.

Slowly, Lynn swallowed a tight breath while glancing down to her palm, claws replacing where her nails typically were, and then she nibbled down on her lip as tears began to slip over.

"It's okay, I love you, big sis," Lizzy faint smiled, her hand wrapped as tightly as she could around Lynn's wrist.

And then she did it.

"And I killed her," Lynn finished, and by now, tears had escaped her usually bright blue eyes. She didn't care about wiping them away, she didn't have the strength to. "And, uh, when I went back to find my mother — everyone was dead. She was locked away in some other room, saying a different Alpha had arrived with his pack and murdered every single one of them."

"Evelynn..." Derek trailed, his eyes softly gazing into the glossed over ones of Lynn's, hooking his fingers around her own hand, giving it a supportive squeeze. "I love you, and I'm so sorry about Lizzy..."

"This is all because of Deucalion," Lynn then shifted more so into an angry state of being, more of a furious expression had taken over her face.

She never wanted vengeance, mostly because she had absolutely no idea who the man was or what the Alpha Pack belonged to. But now that she did, the idea of being the one to rip of his throat was just about the only thing keeping her sane anymore.

"I'm going to kill Deucalion."

a/n: WAIT THIS CHAPTER IS SO LONG ALMOST 4K WORDS IM SHOOK. but please enjoy, i know we've all been waiting desperately to know how lynn got her blue eyes, so <3