"We have to what?" Lydia asked irritably, staring at her new alpha, Scott, with her brows knitted. He just closed his eyes and gave a heavy sigh.

"Listen, I know you've never been part of a pack before, but this is actually quite reasonable. Some packs even make you cut off a finger." He reasoned, giving her a nice smile.

"There is no way in hell I'm-"

"Lyds!" Stiles yelled, raising his eyebrows at her. They had a small battle of expressions, but she finally gave in.

"Fine." Lydia rolled her eyes."But do we have to get it on our bicep?" She asked, looking to the McCall Pack symbol on his arm. Then, Allison bounced in, holding up her wrist, where the same two rings were, just around the spot just below her hand.

"Of course not! You can get it wherever you want. Just don't be a dumbass like Isaac and get it around your torso. Took Kira forever, and we had to get out the blow torch." She groaned, slinging an arm around Scott. Stiles' mouth fell open on the word blow torch.

Lydia couldn't help but chuckle, thinking that this pack seemed more like a family than anything. Her heart warmed at the thought of being part of a group like this, and cursed herself for putting off joining a pack for so long, no matter how many times Stiles proposed it.

She just didn't want to run into the same problems that he brought her in high school.

Someone popped up and tapped her on the shoulder, and Lydia and Stiles whirled around, to see the tiny Asian girl named Kira, with eyes that seemed to flicker like lightning. "Hi, you two are the new members right?" She said with a bubbly voice, and Lydia and Stiles nodded their heads.

"Follow me." Said Kira, turning her back to them and down a hallway past a couple old doors, before crossing through an archway into what looked like a multi-purpose room.

The paint on the walls was dry and cracking, revealing a rich timber underneath. The floor was the same creaky oak floorboards that was assumed to be in the rest of the house. There was a black chair and tattoo station parked next to it, along with a dirty old lamp in the corner and a worn desk with an ancient looking desk top computer.

Kira was already sitting as they looked around the room, readying the tattoo gun. She pulled on two black gloves after that, looking to the pair.

"So, who's going first?" Kira asked, and Lydia pushed Stiles forward, despite his complaints. After some arguing, he finally sat down in the chair as he put up his left arm up on the table, saying he wanted the pack mark right below his elbow. Kira shaved the band around his arm, then cleaned the area with rubbing alcohol.

Lydia walked over and sat on the ground next to him, giving a reassuring smile. He wearily grinned back, taking deep breathes as he eyed the needle.

"You're gonna do great, ok? It'll be over before you know it." Kira said as she finished outlining the tattoo in ballpoint pen. Lydia took his other hand and squeezed it, knowing his fear for needles. She turned head towards him.

"Just look at me, alright? Look into my eyes. Focus on my voice. Think about how kickass you're going to look." She said, and he let out a nervous laugh. Stiles' face instantly paled as he heard the rum of the tattoo gun. He squeezed Lydia's hands even harder as he could feel it reaching closer and closer and-

Lydia groaned as his eyes just and his head slumped sideways.

"Fucking Stiles." She cursed, slapping his cheek to see if she could wake him. "Just keep going," Said Lydia to Kira, and the artist began the tattoo.

-

Her eyes followed the two lines that wrapped around her right ring finger, one slightly thicker than the other. It was a pain in the ass to get, but now than she had it, Lydia found herself quite fond of the new tattoo. It was a symbol that she was part a part of something. Even though the conformity of a pack was not new for her, the bonds of the McCall pack was something she had never known.

And, she didn't wuss out and pass out like Stiles did.

Lydia looked around the room she was sitting in. 6 beds were lined up, split evenly between two walls facing each other. They weren't the nicest, and some had quite peculiar dents or markings, but the mattress was nice and comfy, and Lydia would be able to visit the store and get some new decorations to make it feel like home.

The wooden walls were plastered with different pictures and stickers from all around the world. Some of the beds had picture frames or posters hanging above them.

She could tell which bed belonged to who easily because of the clutter on the matching nightstand, and the way the bed was dressed. The bed across from Lydia's was covered in a black comforter with cherry blossoms, and the table beside had many scribbles and doodles done in black marker. She came to the conclusion that this bed belonged to the tattoo Kira.

Though she was good at reading people, Lydia couldn't figure out who the bed directly next to her's belonged too. The comforter was white and blue with tribal looking designs, and on the nightstand, there was a stain that looked like a coffee spill and 2 spare arrowheads beside a lamp.

'Arrows are most commonly used by the hunters,' She thought, 'Is it even possible for a killer like that to work with the supernatural?'

"Nous protegeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-même." Lydia heard a voice speaking in French come from the doorway. She quickly stood up and turned around, seeing the tall girl with a soft smile leaning against the doorway. She remembers her name- Allison.

"We protect those who can't protect themselves." Lydia said skeptically, taking a few steps back from who she presumed to be the hunter.

"You speak French?" Allison said, smiling even wider. Lydia thought she looked like a generally nice person, but after what happened a couple months ago, Stiles and she couldn't find themselves trusting any hunter. The scar on her shoulder seemed to tingle at the thought.

"I thought the hunters code was 'we hunt those who hunt us.'" Lydia's hand went to the garter on her thigh absentmindedly, just to feel it wasn't there and already packed in her nightstand drawer. Her mind flashed to memories of the north-eastern hunting band that came after her and Stiles when they were visiting New York City.

"That's is everyone else's code. We, the Argent hunters, are a bit different." Allison said, stepping forward and ejecting her hand. "I'm Allison Argent. My great, great grandfather brought half of the Argent's to America in the 1830's."

Lydia stared at her hand for a moment, then wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the shoulder that once had a bullet lodged in it. Her and Stiles thought that since she wasn't a werewolf, she would be safe. They both came out with injuries.

"I'm not sure what other experience you've had with other hunting bands, but the Argents' are different. Our code isn't meaningless. We've made a pact with all the western packs to keep peace, and we've helped them a lot with any problems." Allison gave Lydia a closed mouth smile, and even though she had a hard time finding trust in people, the friendliness of the girl made her want to trust her.

If only Lydia was less stubborn.

"And how did you end up in the McCall pack?" She asked, and Allison laughed to herself.

"Scott's my boyfriend." Lydia felt her jaw drop. She had never heard of a pack that acted more informal and family-like than this.

"We come off as the big and strong pack, but really, we've all just been best friends since high school. Other than Malia, you and Stiles are our first new members in, what was it, 3 years?" The last part was a question as Allison thought to herself. Lydia smiled, a tinge of honor washing over her at being the first members to join their pack in a long time.

"Thank you for being so kind to us. It's been hard this last year. It's nice to finally feel safe and have people to talk to." Lydia said, and Allison's warm eyes grew as she smiled even brighter.

"I finally feel at home."

-

Stiles groaned as he was sandwiched between the two betas , Liam and Isaac, on the couch. They argued over who Scott depended on more, as Lydia chatted with Kira, she was the Kitsune, Allison, the huntress, and Malia, the girl who was a were coyote. Took quite a long time for him to learn all that.

"Everyone listen up!" Scott yelled, and a hush fell over everyone. Finally, after two weeks since they've been there (and 20 minutes in the living room) , Stiles could figure out why he called everyone to the living room in the first place. 

"We've been hired by the Richard Gossamer, the alpha of the Gossamer pack, to find his daughter. Apparently the rogue pack from the Midwest kidnapped her for ransom land, and the Gossmer's are too busy fighting other members to go find her. They've given us the place, so now we just have to go there, tear up the place, and get her back." He spoke, and Stiles' blood went cold.

He wasn't the best at fighting. Ok, he was bad. The bat was his best friend, and he's only been able to take down one werewolf at once. A full fledged pack is a different story.

"Wait," Lydia spoke, "The reason we came here was because we were attacked by an alpha and his beta. Could they be part of the rogue pack?"

"That's very likely. I've heard the rogue pack is divided amongst three different alphas who decided to join for more power and land." Scott said. Stiles saw Lydia cross her arms defensively over her chest . He caught her eye, and gave her a reassuring smile.

"Before we get ready to leave- newbies, what fighting experience do you have?" The alpha asked. Stiles choked up.

Lydia replied, "Trained in hand to hand combat and some dagger ninjutsu."

"Wow, nice to have another ninja on the team." Kira said, giving Lydia a fist bump. Great, now he'll look even more like a fool.

"Uh-" He stuttered, "I'm good with a bat?" Stiles asked, earning a chuckle from Isaac, before Malia shot him the death eyes and Liam smacked him upside the head.

"That means you're in charge of getting Gossamer's daughter out of there. Don't leave one of our sides until we're safely out of the building with her." Scott instructed, and gave everyone a smile. "Reward's $4,000. Means $500 for each of us. Don't fuck this up." Every one chuckled, before, leaving the room to get ready.

Stiles laced up his converse, grabbing the baseball bat and taser he kept stashed in his nightstand drawer, trying his best to ignore the two betas bragging about how many members from the rogue pack they'll take out.

Finally, they shut up when he heard Scott yell "Everyone to the truck!"

He was a bit confused at this, but followed suit to the people that knew he pack better than him. They exited the boy's bunk room and into the hallway, walking to the door at the back of the hall and exiting through it. The girls followed close behind, and everyone walked across the grass to the barn. Lydia popped up next to him as they were walking, wearing a leather belt, her lethal twin daggers and a bottle of powdered wolfsbane tucked into the pockets of the belt.

"Are you nervous?" She asked him. He chuckled a little and scratched the back of his neck.

"Totally not. I'm perfectly fine- nope, not nervous at-"

"Oh, shut up. I'm nervous too. We've never done anything like this before. We're always the ones running away from other werewolves, not towards them." She said, looking into his eyes. He noticed that here was a certain edge to her face, and even though she was way more qualified to fight than him, she did look scared.

He grabbed her hand and intertwined her fingers. "Don't worry, there's no way I'm walking out of there without you. And you're a total badass, so don't sweat it." He joked, giving her hand a squeeze. She giggled, thanking him.

They finally reached the barn, and he felt his mouth drop open. Scott sat inside a huge garbage truck, revving the engine as he did. Isaac and Liam raced for who sat up front with him, but both ended up squeezing onto one seat. The back of the truck dropped open, and the area where all of the garbage would normally be was mostly empty, with a couple of benches and pipes for handles were bolted to the side. On the outside of the truck, in scraggly paint, was the words "MCCALL PACK KICKS ASS" with the pack symbol in spray paint.

"It was Isaac's touch." Allison reminded them as she  hopped into the back of the truck.

"We couldn't get it off, as much as we scrubbed." Malia said as she jumped in, not bothering to sit down on the benches.

"Isn't this what they drove in Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?" Lydia asked, and Kira gravely nodded her head.

"It was the only thing we could afford." She said, and Lydia laughed a bit, before jumping in the back of the truck with stiles. Scott honked the horn twice, before the back of the truck closed shut and the car was on the move.

-

Stiles was starting to think that Gossamer's daughter didn't want to be found.

The rogue pack was at a stereotypically creepy abandoned office building that he though he knew by the back of his hand by now. They searched every room, weird storage box, and doorway- the daughter wasn't found.

Even with Malia and Issac's keen sense of smell, it was practically useless because they had nothing to compare to. The pack had been at the warehouse for about two hours now, and even though they knocked down at least a third of the rogue pack, more seemed to be popping up like Starbucks.

Also, he hadn't seen Lydia in at least an hour. And it was driving him crazy.

It filled with him that crippling anxiety that developed so many scenarios that could happen to them, and not one of them was pleasant. The wound on her stomach was barely healed after the two weeks they had spent there. The only thing that was keeping him sane now was the fact that he hadn't heard her scream, and saw a flash of her strawberry blonde hair every know and then.

But, they had work to do, so he pushed his worries for Lydia to the back of his mind and searched on, having two werecreatures by his side.

-

Kick, punch, slice, flip, dodge, kick, stab,

It was like a constant cycle of fighting. Scott, Kira and her took the larger, west side of the building where as Allison and Liam took the east side, with only a small strip of pavement on the first floor connecting the two.

Lydia took the 3rd floor on with her pack mates below her, and of course, that one had to be swarming with the most enemy werewolves. But she sill fought, and even though they had more brawn, she had more brains behind every attack. She knew exactly where to punch, kick, and stab with her daggers.

A man with glowing blue eyes came at her, claws out. She barely dodged a swipe before swiping his legs out from under him, pressing a knee to his chest and stabbing in his chest. Her daggers were laced with wolfsbane, so that would drastically change their healing powers and weaken them. Suddenly, as she retracted her dagger, an arm hooked around her neck and pulled her back. She felt the claws on the arm push into her neck, and then blood flowing down her chest in small streaks.

Lydia struggled and tried to pull his arm away, using any tactic she knew, but his claws dug deeper and deeper into her throat. She closed her eyes shut taking a gasp and readying her voice for a scream- a warning call.

But, she felt the arm release off neck, and the claws come out from her skin. Lydia opened her eyes and found the one person out of the pack she couldn't trust.

Allison, the huntress.

She had an arm wrapped around Lydia's waist, and held her cross bow in the other hand. "I NEED YOU TO HOLD ON TIGHT, ALRIGHT?" She yelled, and Lydia nodded, wrapping her arms around her too. "THIS MIGHT HURT A LITTLE!"

They began to run towards the window at full speed, Allison pulling an arrow from her quiver and loading it into the cross bow. "Oh, God- we can't do this we-"

They bust though the window, glass shards flying everywhere. Lydia gripped onto Allison's waist. The huntress fired her crossbow towards the roof of the building, a grappling hook arrow shooting out. The hook caught onto the roof and immediately pulled them upwards, and they tucked and rolled onto the ground. 

"Jesus, give me a little more warning next time." Lydia muttered, pulling herself off the ground and dusting off her jeans.

"You're welcome." Allison said, giving Lydia a sly smile and picking up her cross bow that was a few yards away. She took off the leftover arrow, clipping the string to her belt.

"Thank you," Lydia said, quickly checking her pockets for her weapons and letting out a sly of relief. "Really- I would be dead right now if it wasn't for you."

"Well, now I go gotta help out Scott too. Apparently the 1st floor had the bulk of the werewolves. The east side is completely clear, and Malia, Isaac, and Stiles are still looking for the Gossamer's daughter." Allison informed, holding the grappling hook rope and leaning off the building.

"Alright, how are we gonna know when to leave?" She asked. Allison chuckled.

"Trust me, you'll know." With that, she rappelled off the building. Leaving Lydia alone. Even alone would be better than what's about to happen.

The fire escape at the corner of the rooftop burst open. Seven werewolves popped out, like some kind of horrible clown car. She heavily breathed out, slinging out her twin daggers and cracking her neck.

-

She fought them for at least 20 minutes, and it was going no where. She had only taken down two of the seven, and her muscles were becoming fatigued. Even a badass banshee as herself couldn't take on seven powerful werewolves.

They seemed to circle her, and at one point her heels came a little too close to the edge of the rooftop.

"LYDIA!" She heard him yell. Her head whipped around, to see Stiles on the opposite rooftop, holding a little girl in his arms. The Gossamer's daughter.

She pushed back the werewolves for a split second and sized up the situation. There was a 30 foot space between the two rooftops. She just needed to close the gap.

A little idea sparked at the back of her mind.

"I'M GONNA DO IT STILES!" She yelled, jabbing the remaining werewolves away so she could run to the back of the rooftop. She faced the other roof top, and took a deep breath. Her feet pushed forward.

"Oh my-oh my god, Lydia YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY!" His words only pushed her to be crazier.
She ran forward, gathering a scream in the back of her throat. The edge of the building came closer and closer, the growls of the werewolves became louder, Stiles' protests filled her ears. It was edging nearer and nearer, the adrenaline coursing through her veins seem to pulsate.

Then, she was weightless. Time seemed to slow down as she jumped off the building, the air bended around her, the sound of nothingness filled every space.

Then, Lydia screamed.

It was a scream so loud it ripped through her throat, the energy exiting her body was tremendous. It pushed through the air that bender around her, it changed the direction and speed of the space, and as the floor came nearer, her scream pushed her up.

As soon as she shot up, time seemed to return to normal. She flew through the air like superman, and everything felt great.

Until gravity caught up.

It made her stomach lurch as she plummeted down, only this time there was ground only 7 feet underneath her.

"LYDIA!" Stiles yelled, running forward and she flew. Before she could hit the ground, Lydia was caught around the waist, heaving over his shoulder.

He let out a breath of relief, dropping her down to the ground and grabbing her in a hug. It felt so good to have her in his arms, since just a minute ago, she was set to be smushed into the concrete.

Then, he smacked her upside the head.

"Hey! What was that for!" She protested, pulling out of his hug and crossing her arms.

"You didn't know that would work! Why the hell would you do that? That's a 40 foot drop you just flung yourself off!" He cried, using animated speak with his arms.

She was about to give a witty retort, but then, the loudest music she had ever heard bursts through the area.

"Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in here, up in here!" The song boomed from the packs garbage truck. Stiles and Lydia's mouthes dropped open.

"Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool up in here, up in here"

"You can't be serious." Lydia said, and Isaac let out a cheer. They say Kira, Scott, and Allison exit the western building.

"Well, that means mission's over. Let's move out." Malia said, before walking away. Stiles laughed, before cheering and slinging an arm over Lydia's shoulders.

"Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here!"

AUTHORS NOTE:
So, this isn't very stydia- heavy. Oh well. I liked it. Also, ANOTHER LONF ONESHOT! WOW! Sorry this took so long to get out to you guys! Love you all! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 20K!!!'

Love, Satan. ❤️