@tarnishedargent a reunion
Of course she knew Allison was back. Scott had let her know the moment he found out. But being across the country, Lydia hadn’t at the time been able to get out of her then commitments, and had been pulling together plans to move permanently back to Beacon Hills given said development instead of just visiting again.
Then Stiles died. Lydia knew he had. She’d felt it. And all those plans sped up.
As much as she considered Scott her best friend, there was one who she needed to see first. It seemed so unfair to regain one friend, only to lose another; perhaps it was the balance of life.
“Allison,” Lydia called, spying the woman walking down the street. She’d been on her way to where she knew most of the Pack lived anyway, but this worked all the same. “Allison!”
She pulled up her car to the curb, ignoring honks of the car behind her protesting her sudden veer, and almost threw herself out of it and at her friend.