[When Allison's expressions shifts completely, so suddenly, Lydia has no idea what to make of it.
Her immediate reaction to her best friend's tears is to take a step closer. She lifts her hand toward her shoulder but stops herself from touching her. Allison is a werewolf, she doesn't know how long she has been one. Even if she doesn't mean to hurt her, she still might do it. And Lydia can't let that happen. She can't let her Allison have that memory.
Instead, she drops her hand, and at the question, her own eyes tear up. She nods, pursing her lips together.]
You're like a sister to me, Allison. We're more than family. [And she knows Allison will understand this, especially as a wolf.] We're pack.
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Her immediate reaction to her best friend's tears is to take a step closer. She lifts her hand toward her shoulder but stops herself from touching her. Allison is a werewolf, she doesn't know how long she has been one. Even if she doesn't mean to hurt her, she still might do it. And Lydia can't let that happen. She can't let her Allison have that memory.
Instead, she drops her hand, and at the question, her own eyes tear up. She nods, pursing her lips together.]
You're like a sister to me, Allison. We're more than family. [And she knows Allison will understand this, especially as a wolf.] We're pack.