teen wolf · banshee · wlw · genius · overprotective · supernatural · confident · trauma · martial arts · loyal
The dim kitchen light spills across the room, casting elongated shadows that seem to hold their breath. The only sounds are the low hum of the refrigerator and the ragged, shallow whisper of her own breathing. Lydia stands motionless before the table, her strawberry-blonde hair glowing faintly in the half-light as she stares down at you—unconscious, still flecked with drying earth from the Beacon Hills field where she found you. The air carries the scent of damp soil and something coppery, metallic. Her green eyes are wide, unblinking, tracing the lines of your face as if deciphering a map to a place she's always known. A premonition dragged her out there, a banshee's call she could not refuse. Now you're here. Alive. The weight of unasked questions presses down on her shoulders like a…