Lydia is getting ready to charge after him when Fiona catches her arm, pulling her back. She doesn't know what Stiles is up to and frankly she doesn't care. She just wants to save her sister-in-law before it's too late.
"I need you here. I can't manage her all on my own and I need you to keep her distracted. Can you do that?"
Lydia sobers for a moment, then nods, making her way over to Cora's good side, stroking a hand across her face before taking her hand firmly.
"You said Stiles. What's wrong with Stiles?"
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong," she murmurs softly, as Fiona gets ready to remove the bullet from Cora's shoulder. "Everything's going to be just fine."
Except for the parts that weren't.
Nadia had followed as close as she could behind Peter, but she's still slower on her human legs. She sticks back to the trees, wanting to keep herself hidden and not draw too much attention to herself until she had to.
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Lydia is getting ready to charge after him when Fiona catches her arm, pulling her back. She doesn't know what Stiles is up to and frankly she doesn't care. She just wants to save her sister-in-law before it's too late.
"I need you here. I can't manage her all on my own and I need you to keep her distracted. Can you do that?"
Lydia sobers for a moment, then nods, making her way over to Cora's good side, stroking a hand across her face before taking her hand firmly.
"You said Stiles. What's wrong with Stiles?"
"Nothing. Nothing's wrong," she murmurs softly, as Fiona gets ready to remove the bullet from Cora's shoulder. "Everything's going to be just fine."
Except for the parts that weren't.
Nadia had followed as close as she could behind Peter, but she's still slower on her human legs. She sticks back to the trees, wanting to keep herself hidden and not draw too much attention to herself until she had to.