Even if Peter told her to go, Lydia wouldn't. She knew there were parts of him that were possibly broken beyond repair but she wasn't with him to fix him. Nor could she ever expect Stiles to fix hers. Which was the root of it: Stiles was much too good for her.

Stiles didn't think of it that way though. Frowning as Peter's hand landed against his chest, he looked up with a scowl. "Let me go or I swear I'll find a way to hurt you." He grumbled though there wasn't much anger behind it. He was too resigned to his fate.