I let my brain catch up to everything that Peter just said. It clenched my senses. I'm a banshee and I know my powers are dangerous but I have no idea how to use them... And if this Eve chic can control me, Scott, and everyone... Why can't everyone just not be evil I mean come on! Why does everything have to came around and bite us in the ass? What did we ever do to the universe?!

"Lydia! Hey lyds... Are you okay..?" I hear a concerned Stiles begin to worry for my sanity as I have a silent conversation with myself.

"I'm fine... Just overthinking my life, no big deal..." I mutter back. I hear footsteps and soon he's next to me and his hand is reaching for mine. I reach back and intertwine our fingers. I really need someone right now. Even if it is geeky, adorable Stiles. Did I say adorable? I meant gorgeous, amazing, and perfect. God lydia enough of these stupid God damn feelings! He's stiles! Stiles!!

I look up at his golden brown eyes and start to lean onto his shoulder.

"Woo hoo. Lovebirds. There is a life-threatening problem at hands here." I hear an annoyed Peter say. My head snaps away but my hand stays clamped firmly in Stiles' hold. I turn to face them.

Scott has come to stand next to Stiles and I can still see his glowing expression from my news. I look back at Peter and Derek.

"I have some interesting paranormal news as well... Um I can uh talk to Allison in my um dreams and I don't know what the hell is going on..." I sighed.

Derek looked awed but Peter didn't. "Well you are a banshee, I didn't think it would take you this long to figure that out."

My eyes narrowed at Peter's normal stance. "You knew that I could talk to Allison and you never told me? What the hell?! I thought you were like my paranormal mentor! You tell me stuff about being a banshee and I don't be reckless." I started to move forward at home but Stiles pulled me back to his side.

"Hey Lydia, calm down. It'll be fine. You were locked in your room for two months and I don't think your mom would allow a middle aged man to enter your house to talk to you, unless it was like a doctor or something..." Stiles said quietly to me.

"I'm only 34, not middle-aged." Peter grumbled under his breath. Ever since he discovered that Malia was his daughter I actually have thought of him as older than he really is.

I turned and glared at him again. His hands flew up as if to show innocence or surrender.

"I can tell you something that might make you happy. Scott most of all. If you stop glaring daggers at me like you plan to kill me in my sleep." Peter said.

My curiosity sparked. "What?" I asked cautiously.

"I know a way in which you can bring Scott into the dream to see Allison." I saw Scott tense in my peripheral vision.

"I'm listening." I spoke calmly even though I was happier than I have been for a while. Allison needs this and so does Scott.

He smiles in the demonic way,"well if you fall asleep and he has something truly important to you on him or with him, and he falls asleep at the same time, then you both be in the same dream, but if either one of you starts to wake up then both of you will." He says.

"Okay I won't kill you in your sleep even though I want to so we're even for now. But, if you screw with me or my friends, I'll destroy you." I said firmly.

"Okay enough of the threats. Um how do we stop this stupid Eve chic?" Stiles says breaking the tension in the air.

"Well I was getting to that before your girlfriend busted out on her dream info." I saw Stiles blush. "And I told you earlier, with daisy petals. And she's already on earth, gaining strength to create the end of the world." He smiled sarcastically. "And, oh look at that, she's in Beacon Hills. Hmm, how convenient. Well anyways, she's hiding in someone at Beacon Hills High. Again wow so unexpected. Like really why can't supernatural beings be more original. Anyways, she will be disguised as a new student, female. Doesn't school start tomorrow? Well that's difficult there's usually a lot of new students, good luck with that. Okay you got updated, get out of our loft. I don't like the presence of teenagers." He replied sarcastically.

"Rude much." I muttered under my breath.

"Heard that." Peter shouted as we turned to leave the loft. Stupid werehearing.

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Okay hope you like!! And it's getting a little more stydiay lol cause that's a word.

I'm going to see tmr right now and I'm kinda pissed cause everyone just now is like oh I love dylan and I'm just like hey bitch we got married like 3 years so uh btfu. Lol yeah

okay bai xo gabbi