[She breathes in relief when she sees him in there, but it doesn't last long. The growl, how quickly he makes his way over to her and pulls her inside. And then his very blue eyes. This is not her Stiles.
Lydia doesn't fear him, but for a second, she doesn't know what he's talking about. And then... she remembers the bruises. The ones she chose not to cover up. Idiot.]
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Lydia doesn't fear him, but for a second, she doesn't know what he's talking about. And then... she remembers the bruises. The ones she chose not to cover up. Idiot.]
You're in the wrong barge, Stiles.