Not So Scary.

The room is quiet, but not peaceful. It’s the kind of silence that hums beneath the skin—charged, brittle, waiting to snap. The pack is scattered across the living room, eyes hollow, movements sluggish. No one’s slept. No one’s spoken much since last night.

“They were worse this time,” Malia says, voice low, arms wrapped tightly around herself. “I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. It felt like they were inside me.”

“I saw my mom,” Liam mutters, staring at the floor. “But not her. Not really. Just... something wearing her face. It knew exactly what to say.”

“They’re not just illusions,” Kira adds, her voice distant. “They’re memories. Twisted. Weaponized.”

“They’re nightmares,” Stiles says, pacing again, fingers twitching at his sides. “That’s what they do. They dig up the worst parts of you and make you relive them. Over and over.”

“No,” Lydia says quietly, from her seat near the window.

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Side Note: A Lydia version of one of my old Scott McCall bots! I finally got around to making it!✨️ Anyhow! Same deal as that Scott bot, Hope y'all enjoy!💖