Omega

I step outside for some fresh air when my vision flashes:


I'm not sure whats going on, but I'm in the middle of the woods. The wind is blowing strong and the scent of copper fills the air. All animals are sprinting away terrified, finding a place to hide. Something is coming. A storm. A disaster.


I cough as I flash back. I try to shake off what I saw and go back inside. The next morning, around nine in the morning, Scott wakes up. It's kind of unusual for him to wake up so early. I'm making up my bed when I ask, "Have you seen Stiles this weekend?"


"He's been at the hospital with Lydia," he replies.


"Does Lydia know?"


"The real question is if she cares."


He hands me one of my pillows. "What makes you say that?"


"I'm just saying. Stiles goes out of his way to impress her but she doesn't acknowledge it. I don't want Stiles to expect something that won't happen."


After I finish making my bed, I head to the hospital and find Stiles sleeping in the waiting room. A balloon is tied to his chair with a teddy bear. I sigh and stop one of the nurses coming down the halls. "Excuse me how long has he been here?"


She sighs and shakes her head. "All weekend."


I laugh and kneel down next to him. I want to joke with him but his snoring lets me know that what I might have in mind won't work. I simply hold his nose until he snorts awake. He almost fall over but I catch him with one hand on his back. "Scar?"


"Hey, sleepy. Why are spending the weekend at the hospital for Lydia Martin?"


He puts his feet to the ground and shakes his head to wake himself before answering. I sit in the chair next to him and bring my legs to his lap. "Just making sure she's alright."


"Is that the only reason why?"


He tries to play it off by shrugging his shoulder. "I...really can't think of any other reason why. What are you even doing here?"


I lean my head against the wall, realizing how tired I really am. "Trying to find something to do. Derek being an Alpha, Allison going through losing Kate and now she avoids me because she knows what I am. I just want a vacation or something to get away from all the madness, you know?"


He just nods and grabs my hand. "It'll get better. I just know it."


I scoff and nod. I can always count on Stiles to make me feel better in my lowest of times. I can't always go to Scott because I know how protective and overreacting he can be. Stiles knows the things that I tell him need to stay between the two of us. I buy him something to eat before I leave to see Derek.


As I'm walking to my Jeep, a high pitched scream rings in my ears. I wince at the scream banging on my eardrums. "Lydia," I say in a whisper.


I run back into the hospital and see nurses running to Lydia's room. I follow them into her bathroom and see the bathtub halfway filled with clean water, but no Lydia. I look over to see the window wide open. I'm about to walk out but Stiles grabs me by my wrist. He waits until the nurses leave to call the police before he talks. "See if you can see where she went. Like, a vision of a scent."


I put my hand in the water and my vision does flash but I don't see where she went. I see what happened before she left. She was taking a shower and she began to see blood coming from the faucet. Then a bloody hand comes from the water. In reality, there was nothing there. I see her climb out the window and into the woods, naked. The vision stops after that. "Stiles, she wasn't kidnapped." I look up at him and sigh. "She was losing her mind."


I walk out right before the sheriff arrives. I walk to my Jeep and avoid getting more involved in the investigation because that just adds more to my plate of problems. The next day at school, almost everyone is frantic about Lydia going missing.


I go to meet Scott and Stiles in their locker room after their practice. I turn a corner to find them talking to Jackson. "If Lydia wants to take a naked hike in the woods, why should I care?" Jackson says, barely making note of my presence.


"Because we have a pretty good idea that she might be, you know, turning," Scott replies.


"Turning?"


"Yeah...turning."


"Into what?"


Stiles rolls his eyes. "A unicorn. What do you think, dumbass?"


"Okay, screw all three of you. Actually, screw each other."


He pushes past me and exits the locker room. Something in his scent makes me watch him as he walks away. I can't put my finger on it, but it doesn't feel right.


In economics, Coach doesn't make any weird or uneasy feelings go away. "There's a sick girl, roaming around, totally naked. Now, it's supposed to get below 40 degrees tonight. I don't know about you, but the last time it was that cold and I was totally naked, I lost a testicle to exposure! Now I don't want the same thing happening to some innocent girl!"


I slowly raise my hand. "Coach, girls don't..."


Scott and Stiles places my hand down before I can say anything else and both shake their heads. That very night, I go to meet Allison, Scott and Stiles, who says he has a way to find Lydia.


He stole her nightgown and expects Scott and I to find her based off her scent. Allison is worried about Lydia's life because there's a chance they might kill Lydia. They believe she's transforming. "If she's turning, would they actually kill her?" Scott asks.


"I don't know. They won't tell me anything. Okay, all they say is, 'We'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here'."


I take a worried glance to Scott and asks, "What others? Other family? Or other hunters?"


"I don't know, they won't tell me that yet."


"Okay, your family's got some serious communication issues to work on," Stiles says.


I nod in agreement. Stiles tries to make things not seem as bad as it really is. "Hey, you know, maybe they're just here for the funeral. I mean, what if they're the non-hunting side of the family? There could be non-hunting Argents. It's possible, right?"


"I know what they are," Scott replies.


I nod. "Reinforcements."


Lydia's scent leads us over to the Hale house. We don't see Lydia but Scott accidentally trigger a trip wire. The trip wire deploys a snare that hangs us upside down by our feet from a tree branch. I sigh. "Good going, Scott!"


"How is this my fault?"


"You're the dumbass who triggered it."


"I didn't see it. How was I supposed to know it wa-"


"What are you two doing out here this late?" Chris asks, appearing with two other hunters.


"You know..." Scott begins.


"Just hangin' around," I finish.


Scott and I laugh but Chris doesn't seem in a joking mood. He, again, threatens us. He also says, not directly, that he thinks Lydia is a werewolf. We get cut down and I fall painfully on top of Scott. Even over the slight pain, we both laugh again. We spend the next hours searching for Lydia.


Me and Scott use her scent again but it leads us to another werewolf. He gets caught in a snare like we did. We are about to go help him but Derek comes out of nowhere and grabs us. "Derek, what the he-"


He uses his hands to cover me and Scott's mouth. "Be quiet or you'll get all three of us killed."


He forces our heads to turn and watch Chris and Allison's grandfather, Gerard, interrogate the werewolf. "Gentlemen! Take a look at a rare sight. You wanna tell them what we've caught?" Gerard asks.


"An Omega," Chris replies.


"The lone wolf!" Gerard exclaims. "Possibly kicked out of his own pack. Or the survivor of a pack that was hunted down. Maybe even murdered. And possibly alone by his own choice. Certainly not a wise choice. Because, as I am about to demonstrate. An Omega rarely survives on his own."


The stranger werewolf admits to be going to the high school to talk to the Alpha. Gerard takes out a big steel sword. He doesn't hesitate to cut the poor Omega in half. I try to fight back my scream and tears. Derek holds me tight as I scream, even though it's muffled by his hand. "We have a code," I hear Chris say.


"Not when they murder my daughter. No code. Not anymore. From now on these things are just bodies waiting to be cut in half. Are you listening? Because I don't care if they're wounded and weak or seemingly harmless, begging for their life with the promise that they will never, ever hurt anyone or some desperate, lost soul with no idea what they're getting into. We find them, we kill them. We kill them all."


"What are they doing?" Scott asks.


"Declaring war," is Derek's only response.


"This isn't good."


"This is what they do," he hisses in my ear. "They'll kill all of us with no remorse."

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