#idorpstuffs

She hummed delightedly, one arm hooking around his neck while the other hand rest of his shoulder. "Mhmm, anyway," Allison agrees, kissing the skin just below his ear.

Allison was glad her father had respected her wishes to not tell the others she was back. She didn’t need her resurrection being an issue, especially when she had no idea how she was alive again. She had no memory of the time she had been... dead. 

She hated that word. Dead. It was meant to be final, but she wasn’t. Far from it in fact. 

But the hunter... she kept an eye on her friends. She watched them, making sure they were safe. But lately, it was someone else who seemed to grab her attention. He seemed to isolate himself from everyone else, but at the same time, seemed to keep an eye on the pack. She knew what he had been when it came to the fight between the Pack, and the Hunters. But he didn’t seem to want to hurt the pack.

A teen named Nolan. 

Lydia couldn’t believe her luck. Tonight was meant to be magical. Perfect even. The Prom was at a very high end hotel, and many students had even booked rooms. She did with her best friend, but she hadn’t planned on staying in that room that night... she had planned to stay in the room with her Date.

Yet here she was, sat outside the hotel, on the curb, cold, miserable, and just thinking she should give up and walk home. But it was Miles and Miles away.

Her Prom date had decided to hook up with someone else, so his room was occupied. And her best friend was hooking up with her date, she couldn’t go to that room either, and she didn’t want to head back inside to the Prom, with everyone knowing that her Date had ditched her.

So here she was, alone, cold, and just wanting to head home and end this night.