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Stile’s laugh was weak at the most. He appreciated Lydia’s effort but it was obvious that neither of them could be that positive right now. “Maybe I’ll right that book, with Scott’s help. I’m sure it will be popular even if most people don’t think it is real.” He did know a lot of information on the supernatural so it could be a good idea to do something with it. A proper laugh came out at the red head’s next question. “Nothing that we know of around here. Sorry but I don’t think Edward Cullen is going to move to town. And hopefully a zombie apocalypse want start any time soon.” Stiles had already tried to ask Derek about those other types of creatures. The answers he got had not been very extensive. Not that Stiles was surprised by that. He glanced at his watched to check his watch, standing up off Lydia’s bed. “I probably should go. You need your rest and like time to process this alone…”

“I was really looking forward for Edward to sweep me off my feet. I’ve always been rooting for Team Edward,” she piped in playfully, jutting her lower lip to a pout in mock disappointment. Call her shallow but she actually loved Twilight, even is most people hated that sort of crap. But the thought of it coming to life hasn’t crossed her mind for so long; doesn’t mean she denied the possibility of it though. Trying to lighten it up a bit, she joked half-heartedly, “Oh god, I don’t think I’ll survive in a zombie apocalypse—I’m not fast enough to run from the undead.” When Stiles got up from her bed, she shifted back to the center. “Right, I’m sure you can figure your way out,” she piped in with a tight smile etched on her face. Lydia kept her silence for a few more moment before perking up again, “Stiles? Thank you.” It was a heartfelt one, trying to convey the words left unsaid between the two of them.

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Stiles sat there considering for a moment. It was not a simple question. Not when he barely knew what was going on and Derek always seemed to be acting suspicious. “Derek is helping Scott, but he is doing it for a reason.” Stiles said. “But it is not like Scott can go to anyone else, and he needs help, someone to teach him. There is only so much information on the internet.” It was horrible feeling to know that he could only offer Scott so much help. Facts, figures, myths, weren’t worth that much compared to the real life experience that Derek offered. “You don’t have to worry about Derek though. I’ll make sure he won’t hurt you, not that he would. But you aren’t supernatural so you are probably one of the safest in Beacon Hills.” 

“Just because I am not supernatural doesn’t mean I’m safe in Beacon Hills. The person who was killed in the video store isn’t supernatural either,” she pointed out, rubbing her temples with her middle and index finger. “I suppose it’s a good thing that he has someone to give him a walkthrough on how to become a werewolf. It would probably help even more if there’s like a book out there like maybe a Becoming a Werewolf 101,” she added with a chuckle, which sounded more of a choked laugh. It was the best she can offer right now but she really didn’t want to keep the mood so dreary. Lydia knows that Stiles is probably trying to keep all of it together while helping Scott out, not even have the time to freak out himself because he’s needed by his best friend. The least she can do is not let herself be another burden for him. “Is that all I need to know? No other creatures lurking around in the dark except for werewolves? Vampires aren’t sparkling under the sun after all?”

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"Okay that’s a lot but let’s see if I can answer." Stiles said when Lydia was finished. They were the exact questions that he had wanted to know since Scott told him. He moved to cross his legs on the bed. This conversation was going to take a while, he might as well sit so that he wasn’t twisting his body to face Lydia. "Scott can’t. He just gets coloured eyes, claws and really strange facial hair. What bit him was a full wolf though, which answers your question on how someone can be turned. So I think only Alphas can turn into full wolfs but all can turn at any time." Stiles shuddered. Maybe it wouldn’t be so worrying if they only had to deal with it once a month. "Full moons force them to transform and are harder to control, at least at the start. Basically helps with lacrosse, speed, strength, hearing and smell are enhanced. There is also healing." He hesitated before answer her last question. "He is coping about as well as you would think. It’s more that he doesn’t know what to do or how to deal with it."

Lydia listened attentively to his explanation, eyes focused on his as he continued talking. Every so often, she would nod then allow him to continue with his discussion. The fear she was feeling before was starting to lessen but not completely dissipating yet—nor does she really thinks it would ever vanish for these creatures are something to be feared of. It seemed like what was written in some books are true, about the lycanthropes being cursed during full moon since their control over their transformation would lessen. If that was the case, the redhead should stop being extra careful during the nights when the moon is on its peak. Oh how she loved taking strolls outside when the moon looked so beautiful but now that she knows better, she can’t continue with her previous activities before without endangering herself in purpose. “Is this Derek Hale helping him then?” she questioned again, genuinely concern about the wellbeing of her best friend’s boyfriend. Well, Lydia wasn’t sure if they’ve actually made it official already but they looked like they are together anyway.

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Stiles smiled again. “Good.” It was only after he realized what he had said that he rushed to correct himself. “Or not good. Maybe. I don’t know, I probably shouldn’t be commenting on your relationship anyway.” Stiles pulled his face into a frown. He needed to learn to stop himself from speaking, his rambles were going to get Stiles in a lot of trouble one day. “Okay please just ignore that.” He tried to redirect the conversation. “Is there, uh, any other questions you want to ask? Now is probably your best opportunity.” Never would he have consider that the supernatural would be a safer topic when talking to Lydia. Although he was bound to still say something idiotic, he could hardly say he knew everything on the topic.

Lydia put on a blank face as Stiles continued to tattle; he wasn’t in the position to comment in her relationship with Jackson but she let it slide this time for there are more important matters on hand. Without saying anything, she let him stir the conversation to another direction. She has loads of questions dancing around her mind but she wasn’t sure which to ask first. Grabbing on the first thought she could grasp, she resumed with asking question, not even bothering to let him answer one before continuing with another. “Can they change into full wolf form? Do they only change every full moon? Or anytime they like? What are the perks of being a werewolf? How can someone be turned into one? How is Scott coping with all of this?” The last question was only a spur of the moment thing but she might as well include it.

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Stiles sighed in relief. He knew he could trust Lydia’s word.But he was still a bit worried, accidental comments could be made or unconscious reactions. Lydia had not taken that long to figure out something was up with him, so how long would it take for others to think something was up with her? Stiles himself had few friends while Lydia was the most popular girl in the school. “What about Jackson? Keeping stuff like this from him is not good for a relationship, just ask Scott or me not being able to tell my Dad.” Stiles said, rubbing his face. It was not as simple as not wanting to tell. 

“Jackson knows how to give me the space I need. If he notices that something is troubling my mind, I can simply tell him that I don’t want to talk about it and he would stop trying to pry it out of me,” she confessed even if she wasn’t entirely sure this was healthy in a relationship. More often than not, her boyfriend wouldn’t even notice the change in her moods and think it’s only due to girls being moody. Lydia never corrected him about it even if there are times where she wants the guy to man up and actually be there for her when she’s going through hard times. Yet, she knows that this isn’t one of those moments for the secrets aren’t hers to tell.

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At the absence of Lydia’s hands, Stiles withdrew a bit and folded his own hands in his lap. He understood her reasoning, this was a lot to take in for any one, but still it hurt him. Words for failing him comfort Lydia and touch was all he could give. Of course that question was going to come up, although he knew the redhead would not like the answer. Stiles bit his lip considering, really at this point any thing he said would not help her. “She doesn’t, or at least she if she does she hasn’t shared it with Scott.” Stiles replied. “And you can’t tell her. That is up to Scott when he feels the time is right. Allison needs to hear it from him.” Scott was already worried about it enough, he did not need Stiles and Lydia to interfere.

If Allison knew about all this and didn’t confide it with Lydia, she’ll be gravely disappointed that the dark-haired girl doesn’t trust her that much. It may have only been a few weeks but the bond she has formed with the girl was far stronger than any of the other friends she made beforehand. But as she looked at Stiles, she realized just how worried he was about this whole situation. Telling her about Scott’s secret could form a strain to their friendship and she didn’t want that outcome. The friendship they have throughout the years was admirable; they looked more like brothers than just best friends. “I’m not going to tell anyone if that’s what you’re worried, I promise,” she swore on her word and she wasn’t the kind to break them. Besides, people would think she’s crazy if she even suggested the possibility of the supernatural.

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Stiles just held Lydia, letting her get it all out. He would just sit there until she was ready again, however long that took. This was easily the most important thing for him right now. Letting the girl move away, Stiles instead held her hands, his grip soft enough that she remove her hands if she wanted. Physical comfort just seemed to be the best thing in his opinion. “Okay I’m going to tell it all at once so no interrupting.” he said looking straight at Lydia. A lot of things were about to come out that were not going to make her happy. Stiles took a deep breath before starting, managing to speak even faster than usual. “Well me and Scott were looking for dead body and then he got bitten by what we figured out was a werewolf. Now Scott transforms into a werewolf but he also is stronger and has like super hearing. So all the research I’m doing is for him but he isn’t what you should be worried about. Derek Hale is another werewolf who isn’t the one that bit Scott but sort of trying to help, although I still don’t fully trust him. The Alpha werewolf is the real problem and they are trying to figure out who it is. Oh and Allison’s dad is actually a werewolf hunter to make thing more interesting.” Stiles finished abruptly. It felt good to get all of that out. 

Not that Lydia would admit it but the closeness he was providing was actually calming in a way that she didn’t want to make it tear her hair out. It was all she wanted to do upon realizing that the mountain lion wasn’t actually a mountain lion or anything of that sort. Allowing him to take her small hands in his, she nodded mutely, with the promise of not interrupting him while he was talking. Every word that left his mouth struck her in a way she cannot understand. A rollercoaster of emotions hit her fast but fear was overpowering all of them. Drawing back her hands, she knitted her brows together and rubbed her forehead. Being enlightened in this subject shouldn’t make her head ache like this but it was. Derek Hale, the name was familiar enough; he has been suspected for the murder of his own sister. And Scott. No wonder why the guy suddenly made it in the front line. There was also that look in his eye when the two of them kissed in the coach’s room but Lydia brushed it off as nothing. Then, there’s Allison, her closest friend. “D-does Allison knows about any of this stuff?” she questioned, eyes not quite meeting his as she felt so exhausted with taking in all of that.

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The anger did not surprise him, he had been waiting for it. That did not make it any easier for Stiles to know how to react. “I know now but I honestly was just trying to do my best.” Stiles said, making sure to keep his voice. He was not going to yell at Lydia, he didn’t want to give her the wrong impression. Stiles cussed himself silently. It was his fault Lydia was crying and he hated himself for it. His hand hesitated midway between them as he was unsure if it was his place to comfort him. Hearing the tone of her voice, Stiles thought ‘screw it’ and pulled Lydia into his arms. “I’m so sorry. I promise from now on I’ll tell you everything. I won’t let you be terrified ever again.” Stiles said in an attempt to comfort her. Seeing Lydia cry was horrible, her face should never be this sad.

Even if his words were meant to soothe her, she still felt the fear coursing through her veins and seeping right under the surface of her skin. Once upon a time, lycanthropes were only fictional characters in one of her favourite cheesy romance novels and now, it looks like they are coming to life. Lydia put no resistance as Stiles wrapped his arms around her lithe frame. The redhead only realized how her hands are trembling when she gripped the front of his shirt but without the intent of pushing him away. The tears continued streaming down her face, quiet whimpers escaping her lips. How long has it been since she last cried like this? Since she felt so frightened the tears couldn’t stop falling from her eyes? Pulling away from his grip, she swallowed a lump in her throat and demanded quietly, “Tell me everything. How do you even know about their kind?” 

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From the look on Lydia’s face he could tell that eventually she would have worked it out for herself. She really was smarter than a lot of people gave her credit for. “Yeah, protect you.” Stiles said. “Although there is not much I can do. It’s kind of unbelievable but then it does make a lot of sense.” he thought back over what he had seen recently. What he read about it did not even come close to what he saw with his own eyes, what he saw his best friend do. Stiles had no idea whether or not to tell Lydia about that particular fact. Was it even his to tell? “Sorry I kept it from you for this long. But I thought the less you knew the better.”

As he continued speaking, Lydia knew that she cannot bottle her feeling any longer. Anger mixed with pain and other emotions she couldn’t quite interpret right now were all bubbling to the surface. “Protect me?”  Her voice has risen several levels now before she finally yelled at him, “Oblivion isn’t protection! Just because I don’t know what’s out there doesn’t mean they can’t see me too. I was so terrified that I am losing my mind, Stiles.” Lydia didn’t even realize that angry tears poured down from her eyes, making her look so vulnerable and pathetic. “Don’t look at me,” she pleaded, turning her head away as she tried to stop the tears flowing from her tear ducts.

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"Okay." Stiles said. Any doubt he had concerning the direction the conversation was going in was gone. If he had’t promised himself not to lie to Lydia any more he might have played on the mountain lion idea. It wouldn’t be hard, given how hard everyone else was pushing that idea. Stiles attempted to keep a straight face as he said the next words. "Like a werewolf so some other animal?" he asked. It was strange to say it out loud to someone other than Scott. At the same time it felt good, as long as Lydia did not start thinking he was crazy. But it was too late to worry about that now. "There is a reason I have been trying to protect you, keep you out of this." Stiles shrugged, trying not to make too big of a deal out of this.

Upon hearing the word werewolf, her eyes widened in recognition. It was the word that was on the tip of her tongue but she cannot quite say it out loud since the idea was more of a figment of the imaginative mind. It would be irrational of her to even consider it but she found herself actually weighing the possibility of such creatures’ existence. People who had written these myths about supernatural beings; surely they have some basis, some source. “Protect me?” she inquired, eyes lifting up with curiosity on what he meant by that phrase. What was he trying to protect her from? You know the answer, Lydia. Don’t be silly. A small voice in her mind, which was very similar to hers, pointed it out to her. And of course, from the look Stiles was giving her, she was able to confirm her suspicions. 

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