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“SCOTT.” The yell reverberates through the silence of the forest, nearly as terrifying as the demons the pack had just banished.
Scott is covered in black and green… blood? Definitely demon in origin. Erica is up in his face in an instant, still have shifted, her eyes blazing gold, fangs out and nails covered in demon.
“I told you. I fucking told you to keep Lydia out of this! ¿Por qué hiciste? ¿Y si ella había sido herida? ¡Pendejo!”
“Erica, I’m not Lydia’s keeper. No one is. We needed her banshee scream to knock the demons out long enough so that we could get them out of Beacon Hills for good, you know that,” Scott tries to reason with Erica but she’s still clearly fuming.
“No lo entiendes, Scott— ella es el sol, la luna es una imposture penosa and this is different because si le haces daño, o ponerla en peligro otra vez? No me importa nada, no me importa que eres el Alpha, te voy a matar.”
Scott’s eyes flash red, and he’s about to open his mouth to retort when someone clear’s their throat a few yards off. Both Scott and Erica jump, tempers still high but feeling a little silly for not having paid enough attention to their surroundings.
Lydia is watching them, her once-cute sundress torn and covered in demon goo, “ ¿Sabes que hablo español, sí?” She directs at this Erica.
“La proxima vez, hable conmigo. I don’t care that Scott’s the alpha and that you’re a big bad wolf, we’re in this together, Erica.“
Erica looks like she isn’t sure whether to laugh or to cry, equally surprised at Lydia speaking Spanish and relieved that she looks unhurt.
Lydia finds herself with an armful of blonde werewolf, holding her so tight it’s almost hard to breathe. She holds her back, equally tight.