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[ It was true, Lydia wasn’t the person the wolf would have ever thought of. They didn’t have the closeness, like She had with Allison or even Stiles. Even though that one is still up in the air. But when He had learned of the Demon within Him, He had to know, had to find out if His death was a letter of death awaiting Him soon. Or if He would survive.
Of course He was sure He’d survive, He was Alpha, and His power status was stronger now, then it had been when He was Young. But even where he’d admit He wasn’t trained in the ways and aspects of the Demon world, He knew what possession did to ones body.
And that was why He had shown up on Lydia’s doorstep that night.  She may have been more surprised then He had thought. But the tenderness and care that She showed Him by inviting Him, was still a shock to Hm to this day.
The smell of her hair, it was close to strawberries, His eyes drawn to her lips, drowning in the sound of Her voice.Â
Fuck, He couldn’t let this happen, could He? Everyone who got close to Him, Always got hurt, but He was lost in the memory of Her.
This was anything she expected from Derek.  But when he showed up on her doorstep who was she to turn him away. It was obvious something was bothering him. She could sense it from him. Though whatever he may of needed from her. She wasn't sure if she could help him. She still didn't know how to work her banshee powers. It was hard enough to focus with all the voices that came to her. Voices of death waiting to happen. Those green eyes flickered up toward Derek. Concern creased her brow, she wasn't sure what to tell him. Though what she was hearing in her head wasn't a warning of death. That dark voice screaming in her head was coming off of Derek. That alone sent hair to stand on end. Fear gripped her yet, she didn't let it show. She let her gaze fall she felt his gaze upon her. It almost made her squirm, something about Derek made her feel something. Something she never thought she would feel toward the wolf. Attraction. attraction alone was a dangerous thing. She bit her bottom lip to keep herself focused. ❝You have a demon attached to you, don't you? ❞ Her voice was above a whisper. She couldn't make herself look up. Instead she fidgeted with her hands in her lap. ❝I can hear him screaming in my head. If you think this is going to kill you. Legion, has no plans to kill you.❞












