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Stiles and Lydia pulled up to the edge of the preserve in her Prius. It was 2 o’clock in the morning, but they had waited long enough. It was finally time to confront the person who had been taking the bodies of the dead chimeras. Stiles had found out that that person was none other than Deputy Jordan Parrish. When he told Lydia, she honestly wasn’t surprised. Jordan had told her that he was indeed having dreams about carrying dead bodies and, well, she was beating herself up for not putting two and two together. However, she thinks the reason that nothing ever clicked was because, more than anything, she didn’t want to believe it. When she looked into Jordan’s bright green eyes, all she saw was goodness--someone who wanted nothing more than to help. She gave him the benefit of the doubt because he was in the exact same position that she was in two years ago. Not knowing what you are is a terrifying thing. Not knowing what you’re capable of is frightening beyond belief.
“Okay,” Lydia said as she put her car in park, “you stay here.”
“Stay here?” Stiles asked, offended. “Why?”
“Because,” she said, “I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“Oh,” Stiles said, “and you’re any more capable of defending yourself!”
“You’d be surprised,” Lydia said and unbuckled her seatbelt.
Lydia got out of the car and walked around to the lowered passenger window.
“Also,” Lydia said, “remember when you asked me to stay in the car? Now it’s your turn.”
A stupefied look came across Stiles’ face. Lydia smirked at him and made her way into the woods. She wasn’t sure what she was planning on doing. All she knew was that she needed some answers.