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15. DEATH
Lydia was a signal for death. She learnt to use the skill, her scream, to listen to the death-warnings which recently could be a chance to save a life... not show up just to find the body.

Now, when she needed her gift for someone she loved dearly, she was finding herself gagged. Black-magic was preventing her from screaming... without the scream, she couldn’t hear the warning. She couldn’t even speak, she couldn’t tell anyone what was happening. If death came here, the blood would be on all their hands and they may never be able to wash it off.

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40. BEST-FRIEND
Allison had been Lydia’s best-friend. Now she was gone. It was a shock to everyone, but considering what they had been dealing with, they knew someone dying was always possible. None of what had happened could stop the feelings she realised may have been underlying for Scott all along.

It wasn’t her intention to taint Allison or Aiden’s memory, but the Beacon Hills High gossip mill was rife, calling her a slut and accusing her of honing in on her dead best-friend’s boyfriend. She wasn’t going to apologise when no one could understand what the pack had been through together.

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36. IMPORTANT
So, maybe Lydia had gone Scott and Stiles back instead of waiting for the ‘pack meeting’, but she was curious. Considering this Aengus was sort of a kindred spirit with her, she convinced herself that it was extensively important for them to at least bond a little. That, and she wanted to interrogate him a little... or a lot... because he was experienced with all this and she was still learning.

More than that, though, after piles of research all day glued to a laptop screen, she just wanted to know more about this Irish Sidhe and how he operated.

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06. BREATHLESS
Lydia flopped onto her back, panting breathlessly as she raked her red hair off her face. Beside her, Scott rolled over onto his but with a mischievous smile, pulling her on top of him and wrapped his arms around her possessively.

She couldn’t help laughing, enjoying the feeling of his sweaty, naked skin pressed up against hers. The boy had skill and she was ready to wager a bet now that he was the best she ever had. She settled into the embrace and nuzzled her nose against his cheek. Post-sex cuddling was a favourite, and Scott rocked at it.

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01. DRUNK
Lydia was horrifically hungover. She didn’t want to think about how easily it had been for her to get drunk because she was emotional. She didn’t want to think about who she got drunk with. She didn’t want to think about how being emotional and drunk had lead to sex that she couldn’t remember. She didn’t want to think about all the things she couldn’t remember. She didn’t want to think about the fact she wished she could remember.

She crawled miserably into bed after praying to the porcelain god and dragged the covers over her head. Screw it all.

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38. FLOWERS
So much loss in such an incredibly short space of time. Lydia couldn’t believe she was bringing flowers to the graves of two of the most important people in her life. Now they were gone. In her arms, she nursed two bouquets of roses. Pink for Allison and white for Aiden. Aiden seemed like the last person white roses would suit, but they didn’t know him how she had.

This was what it had all boiled down to. Two bouquets to adorn two graves. It would never be enough. Nothing would make it okay, and nothing would bring them back.

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