The next morning, Stiles woke up with a jolt. He blinked a few tis, taking in the brightness of the room, and then noticed it—the changes in his body. His senses were sharper than ever. He could hear the faint chirping of birds outside, see the smallest details on the ceiling, and even sll the faint scent of lissa's coffee brewing downstairs. An excited grin spread across his face as he bolted out of bed.
"This is amazing!" he whispered to himself before running to Scott's room.
He didn't bother knocking. Instead, he burst through the door, practically bouncing on his feet.
"Scott! Wake up!" Stiles shook his friend vigorously. "Dude, I can feel it! I'm super strong! I can see better! I can sll everything!"
Scott groaned, his face buried in his pillow. After keeping an eye on Stiles all night, he just went back to his room to take a nap. "Stiles, why are you so loud this early in the morning? And if you can sll everything, why can't you sll your own scent? You stink, buddy."
Stiles paused and sniffed his shirt. His face scrunched up. "Oh, that sll is coming from ? Well, still! This is incredible! I feel so powerful! I want to go on a morning run in the woods!"
Scott turned his head slightly, one eye cracked open. "Stiles, if you don't go take a shower, believe it or not, I'll throw your ass out the window."
"Fine, I'm going." Stiles grumbled but paused before leaving. He leaned closer to Scott with a sly grin. "But I wonder how Lydia..."
Scott shot upright, glaring at him. "Stiles, get away from . Disgusting."
Stiles laughed as he headed out the door. "You're really not a morning person, are you?"
anwhile, Lydia woke up in the guest room. Her body felt different, alive with new sensations. But the sweat clinging to her skin made her grimace. Without hesitation, she ran to the bathroom to shower. Afterward, she borrowed so clothes from lissa.
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The kitchen was bustling with activity. Scott was finishing up so pancakes when Stiles joined, freshly showered and still buzzing with energy. Lydia followed shortly, her hair still damp, and lissa poured everyone a cup of juice.
As they ate, Scott noticed sothing peculiar about Lydia. The bite on her arm had healed completely, and her presence felt... different.
"Lydia." Scott said, eyeing her closely. "Your senses... they're heightened, right?"
Lydia nodded. "Especially my sight. It's like I'm seeing everything in high definition. And I think I've got super strength too."
Scott's brows furrowed. 'This doesn't add up.' He thought. 'In the original Teen Wolf tiline, Peter's bite didn't heal on Lydia, and she definitely didn't gain strength. Sothing's different now. She's more than just a Banshee.'
"Show your claws." Scott said suddenly.
Lydia blinked. "My nails?"
Scott chuckled. "No, your claws. Like this." He showed her his sharp black claws.
Lydia's eyes widened. "Oh, right. I forgot I can do that now. But... how do I make them appear? And does it hurt?"
Allison stepped in, her voice soft but encouraging. "It's easy. Just will them to co out, and they will. And no, it doesn't hurt." She demonstrated, her own claws extending gracefully. They were white.
Stiles, not wanting to be left out, concentrated hard. A mont later, his claws appeared. "Oh, I did it! And it didn't hurt at all!"
Finally, Lydia tried. After a few monts of focus, sleek black claws extended from her fingers.
"Oh, it's easy." She said, admiring them. But her smile faded as she frowned. "Why are my claws black? This is not pretty."
Scott grabbed her hand, examining her claws closely. His expression grew serious. "Lydia, these aren't claws. These are talons."
Allison leaned over, taking Lydia's other hand and comparing her claws to her own. "Scott's right. Yours are different from ours."
Lydia stared at her hands, her voice trembling slightly. "Talons? Like a bird's claws?"
Scott nodded. "Yes. You're not a werewolf. You're sothing else. We'll have to wait until the full moon to find out for sure."
Panic flashed in Lydia's eyes. "Am I going to turn into sothing evil?"
Scott gave her a reassuring smile. "Relax. You're not. If you were, I'd feel it."
Lydia tilted her head. "What do you an, you'd feel it?"
Scott sighed, searching for the right words. "It's hard to explain. It's a primal instinct." He turned to lissa. "Mom, how did you feel when you first t that Lamia yesterday?"
lissa thought for a mont before responding. "At first, I felt danger. Then, an overwhelming impulse to attack her. It was like sothing inside was urging to kill her. It was like you said, instinct."
Scott nodded. "That instinct tells us when sothing is evil. And now that you've seen her mories, do you understand that feeling?"
lissa's face hardened. "Yes. If I ever feel that again, I'll know for sure the creature is evil."
Scott turned back to Lydia. "I don't feel anything like that from you. So, you're safe. Maybe you're sothing cute, like a werechicken."
Stiles burst out laughing, imagining Lydia as a red chicken. Lydia shot him a glare. "Stiles, do you want to go to the dance alone?"
"Sorry! I'll shut up." Stiles said quickly, his laughter dying down.
Lydia smirked. "I think soone as aweso as could only be an eagle."
Scott chuckled. "We'll find out what you are during the next full moon."
lissa checked the ti and clapped her hands. "Alright, kids. Ti for school, or you'll be late."
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After school, Scott decided it was ti for a fresh haircut. He stopped by a local barbershop, where the stylist worked magic, leaving him with a sharp, clean look. Feeling confident, Scott went ho and changed into the suit he'd bought the day before. The fit was perfect, accentuating his broad shoulders and lean fra.
He waited in the living room, fiddling with his cuffs, until Allison ca downstairs. The mont she stepped into the room, Scott froze. She was wearing a stunning red dress that hugged her figure in all the right places. Her hair flowed in soft waves, and her smile lit up the room.
Scott's breath hitched. "You look gorgeous. I think I'm falling in love all over again."
Allison blushed, a soft smile playing on her lips. "You look good too."
Scott leaned down and kissed her gently. "Shall we go, my princess?"
"We shall." Allison replied with a giggle.
As they walked to the door, Scott turned to lissa. "Bye, Mom."
lissa smiled warmly. "Bye, kids. Have fun."
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