Lydia waited until Guinevere had left the parking lot before she spoke with Malia, watching her car disappear down the street as she twisted in her seat.
"Okay, you cannot be all growly and protective at this cook out." She said, whirling around to face Malia as she pointed at her sternly. "All of you guys are on edge for no reason. He's like, ten years older than her, they're just friends."
"Derek's eight years older than her." Malia grumbled.
"That's different." Erica said. "They're soulmates. Harper is just a friend."
"I still don't like it."
"I know. If you can't get your shit together though, you're staying home and I'll make up some excuse for you." Malia pouted as she grumbled that she wasn't missing it and turned back to look at the field. "Fine. Erica, you get to help me with crowd control then. You and Boyd are the only ones who aren't gaga over her so you get to help me prevent stupid things from happening."
"But I like the chaos." Erica gave a wicked smile.
"Chaos is going to end up with claws in Harper's throat as his eardrums bleed, we don't need that."
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Prelude
FanfictionGuinevere Hilt has been blind to the word of the supernatural for seventeen years and that changes the instant she steps foot into Beacon Hills. Not only is she thrown into the world of werewolves, banshees and hell hounds (oh my!) through friendshi...
