After years suffering the physical pain of all the deaths caused by Monroe's war, Lydia finally says fuck it and shaves her hair, shedding the remnants of her high school life once and for all as the weight of it only adds to her migraines. She understands now what happened to Meredith, what happened to the banshee in Canaan. Why her grandmother tried to release the voices and screams. Undeterred to protect the innocent and good, she moves forward, still aching with unreleased screams but stronger with pack. Armed with a wolfsbane pendant and a talisman of the moon's phases, Lydia knows she can make a difference.