Shaken VII
Dinner had been easy with Allison and Lydia cleaning up afterwards so Peter and Chris could prepare themselves. Chris was a little uneasy, he didn’t like situations that were not in his control when it came to planning. This one was a little trickier than most. He had no idea who he was dealing with and what he was dealing with. He hoped it was just another hunter because he could not imagine what a friend of Peter’s would be like if they were not human.  He hadn’t ever met one.
He gazed over at Peter curiously while he was gearing up. Sometimes he wondered what the heck a man like Peter was doing with him, an aging hunter. Their relationship had developed considerably over the past couple of months, almost too quickly. They were Mates, but he sometimes wondered what Peter would have done if he’d had a choice.
Then Peter would smile at him and his knees would feel weak and he knew he’d do anything for his fiancé. It was more than choice, it just was. All those years without him, the ache in his heart had been buried deep. Victoria’s betrayal had hit him hard. Learning he wasn’t Gerard’s son? That was another blow he had yet to really process.  It helped to have this to focus on because otherwise that weighed heavily on his mind. Peter’s smile fixed everything when it reached his eyes. It was all worth it when he saw his face light up.
They got to the preserve where he was supposed to meet up with the person. Peter, Allison and Lydia stayed far enough away and downwind so they wouldn’t be spotted and were outside of werewolf earshot unless Chris shouted.  Chris waited by his car, checking the time. It was precisely the moment he was to meet her when a beautiful dark haired woman in hear late thirties emerged from the bushes. Like him, she carried weapons. “Good evening.” She addressed him pleasantly. “Christopher Argent, I presume?”
“Yes,” Chris nodded. She was stunning and he was almost a little jealous if this was one of Peter’s friends. “And you are?”
“My name is Corinne, but you know me better as the Desert Wolf.” Corinne replied with a smug expression.
Chris abruptly raised his weapon, he knew what the Desert Wolf was.
“Relax, I am not collecting the price on your head and I am not here to fight you.” Corinne put her hands where Chris could see them. “I’m here to fulfill a promise made to our mutual friend although it went against my very nature.”
“What friend?”
“Peter Hale.” Corinne sniffed Chris thoughtfully, “Your Mate. I can smell him all over you. Good. I’ve bene abroad and unable to deal with this situation for quite some time. I thought she was safe.”
“She?”
“My daughter, Malia. I placed her in the care of a foster family nearby here by the name of Tate.” Corinne lifted her head.
“Your daughter is the Coyote we are tracking?” Chris frowned.
“Yes. If she is rabid and cannot be brought back, we are going to have to put her down. I found out there was a car accident years ago and she’s been hiding out ever since.” Corinne nodded.
“Why didn’t you contact Peter?” Chris exhaled. His phone was on so Peter, Lydia and Allison could hear the conversation. Their side was mute.
“Very simply, he doesn’t remember me.” Corinne shrugged. “Talia removed me from his memory, she felt Peter would leave the pack or go against her and the pack would not accept a Were Coyote bride. Not to mention the one who had kidnapped him in the first place to draw her out. It wasn’t a pleasant experience for him, I mean with me. It’s probably a good thing Talia did what she did.”
“You and Peter?” Chris strove to keep his emotions in tight control. “You’re just here for your daughter? His daughter?”
Corinne nodded. “She’s his.” The woman completely lacked emotion and made his blood chill. “That is why I did not want him present. He would not be able to do what has to be done. You, however. You’re an Argent.”
Lydia brought her hand up to her mouth in a surprised gasp. She had already put two and two together. She gazed at Peter in shock.
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As Peter stood with Chris as he packed, he could feel through the bond Chris’s self doubt and smiled at Chris, to get him to feel better. Peter wasn’t leaving, he loved Chris, they were going to get married. Technically they already were by werewolf standards. Peter had made his choice long ago, he wasn’t backing out of it now. The wolf wouldn’t let him.
Peter could feel the change into Chris’s mood and the wolf was happy. Peter would do anything for Chris, if that wasn’t already obvious. Anything to make Chris happy, to show he was loved. Peter had given himself over to Chris years ago, before Chris knew about his attraction. Peter was just trying to make sure his mate knew this, to make up for lost time.
Peter stood a few feet from Lydia and Allison, turned and listening in Chris’s direction, just in case. Eventually the conversation came through Allison’s phone. Peter turned to her.
The mention of the Desert Wolf gave Peter an instant headache, it was his missing memories trying to fight back. Then his heart skipped a beat, he had forgotten about the price Gerard had put on him. Peter didn’t know it was on Chris too.
“Does that mean there’s a girl out here?” Allison whispered, looking around.
The memories kept trying to resurface, Peter dug his claws into his palms, trying to focus. He tried to keep Chris back, if they did anything to Corinne, they’d never find Malia.
“Wait…What did-?” Allison stopped herself, they didn’t know what happened with Peter and the Wolf because Peter didn’t remember.
Peter panted through the pain. “I…have a daughter?” He turned towards where Chris was. The wolf ached to know about its child. He took a step forward.
Allison put a hand on his arm. “You can’t interrupt them!”
Everything the wolf did to help reassure him made him able to handle the situation at hand. Knowing Peter’s faith in him was enough for Chris.
“I don’t understand,” Chris looked at Corinne with a scowl. “What do you mean it wasn’t a pleasant experience for Peter? What did you do to him?”
Corinne laughed softly. “You’re not the first person to know that Peter likes to submit.”
Chris snarled, if he was a wolf he’d have attacked her. Instead he was Christopher Argent, in complete control of his emotions and he would not let her win.
Corinne smirked at Chris’ look of disgust. “He liked what he got, that’s all you need to know and was going to come back for more but Talia wouldn’t let him. She didn’t want a Coyote getting her claws into her brother and twisting his soul.”
“I don’t believe you.” Chris shook his head, feeling the wolf’s desperation through the bond.  Peter had told him no one ever matched up to him and he chose to trust Peter over this woman. “I don’t care to know the truth from anyone but Peter. I’ll help you find your daughter but I’m sorry to disappoint you. I’m not like my father. I follow a code. I will not allow you to kill her on sight.  We find her, we assess the situation and then we give her a chance. Peter came back from it, if she’s truly his daughter, she can too.”
“You surprise me,” Corinne lifted her brows. “That doesn’t happen often, Argent. Very well then. We’ll start at the sight of the car accident. We should be able to track her from there. Shall we?”
“After you.” Chris would not let the Were Coyote follow him. He knew Peter would be able to track him by smell alone.
Lydia had been nervously clenching her hands. “A girl? A girl… car accident. I remember something about this. I was really young. Mother said it was a tragedy. Wife and daughters of someone named Tate all died in the accident. Two of the bodies had been all scratched up and the third body never found. People assumed wild animals got her. I think I went to grade school with her. Malia.”
Peter scowled, listening to the conversation continue. He didn’t remember any of it. All he could remember was the empty pit where Chris had been and trying to fill it. Seems he chose the Wolf to help with that. He wanted to confront Corinne, to ask what happened but he didn’t go anywhere.
Peter smiled as Chris talked. The new code seemed to be doing good. Peter nodded at Allison, letting her know he was alright. The headache lessened, but was still throbbing away.
Peter turned to Lydia. “She’s a were coyote, inherited the power from her mother. Malia…” It was odd to say that name out loud, the name of his daughter. “Could have turned and caused the accident. Though if she was starting to show signs of her power, the Wolf should have come back for her.”
Allison tucked her phone in her pocket. “We should go.”
Peter nodded and headed off after Chris, Allison followed.
Lydia didn’t have any desire to trek in the woods and made a face. “We’re going to get dirty again.” She sighed. But it’s was possible Malia might remember her so she stuck close to Allison and didn’t stay by the car.  Peter was right, if the girl had turned and caused the accident, Lydia’s heart went out to the kid especially if she was that young at the time.
Corinne was a good hunter, Chris had to grudgingly respect her. Werewolves and Were Coyotes had similar powers but for some reason Corinne seemed to favor using her human abilities over the other ones.
“Why do you not shift to find her?” Chris asked.
“Peter’s sister didn’t just take his memories away. She took something from me too.” Corinne grunted. She showed a mark on her shoulder, a tat that seemed to glow slightly. The revenge spiral. “I can’t shift at will, only when an alpha tells me too or when it is the full moon. That was her revenge on me for trying to bring down the Hale Pack. I sometimes spend years shifted completely. That is why I became a hunter. I still have my senses, I just can’t shift at will. Never underestimate what Talia Hale was capable of, Christopher Argent. If she could reach beyond the grave to control something, she would.”
Chris frowned, that was a terrible fate. He stared at Corinne. “Have you tried to undo it?”
“Of course I have, that’s why I went abroad.” Corinne smirked. “What do you care? You know nothing of me or what I’ve done. I nearly killed him, your precious Peter, I mean.”
“No one should live the way you have.” Chris rubbed the back of his neck. He knew from talking to Peter that not being able to release the wolf led to bouts of madness and loss of control.
“It was only supposed to be temporary, a ten year sentence.” Corinne smirked again. “However, Talia Hale died.”
They soon came upon the ravine that the car had tumbled down into. It was rusted and twisted metal by now. Chris sighed when he saw it. Much of the car was clawed up.  No one but a wolf would have made it out alive. “Hold..” He said quickly.
Corrine did, frowning.
“Look,” Chris pointed towards some dried blood on the broken window. “Fresh?”
Corinne nodded.
He looked for tracks. In the distance, a coyote howled. But not just one.
“We’ve got company.” Chris sighed. Appears a coyote pack had been tracking her as well. He hoped they weren’t Were. “That’s why she came back here, she’s being hunted. She needed somewhere familiar.”
“What was that?!?” Lydia gasped. More Coyotes! She was glad she brought along the knives Allison had given her even if she didn’t know how to use them.
“You were OK with this when we left,” Allison muttered, half turning to Lydia.
Peter chuckled.
They followed Chris, Peter kept him in smelling distance.
“Is that possible?” Allison whispered to Peter. “To keep her from shifting?”
“From an Alpha? It’s likely.” Peter was more focused on Chris.
Allison frowned as she kept listening. Talia didn’t seem like a nice person. How did Peter deal with that?
“Wait, she tried to kill you?” They needed to get Peter’s memories back.
They paused as Chis had Corinne pause.
Peter’s eyes flashed as he heard the coyotes. “More coyotes.” There was no way he was going to let someone hurt his newly discovered daughter. But Allison kept him back again.
“Let’s see what dad does.” She pulled her bow from her back.
The Coyote Pack was a large one. Chris frowned as he counted the howls and wondered if that would bring the rest of their pack. He hadn’t expected more than one Were Coyote to deal with, “Did you know about this?” He asked Corinne sharply.
Corinne shook her head, “I didn’t think they would follow her into Werewolf territory and believe that’s probably why she came back here. Then again, I don’t know how much time she’s spent human. A pack of regular Coyotes would have chased her off if she tried to join with them and wasn’t accepted.” She exhaled, “But a Were Coyote could easily tear through them. So they’re not all Were Coyotes but some of them are.”
“Something about this doesn’t add up, but if this is Peter’s daughter, I’m taking no chances.” Chris gave her a warning look. “If you try to kill her, I will put you down. We subdue her, we don’t kill her.”
Corinne gave Chris a disgruntled smile. “You know nothing about Coyotes, apparently.”  She wasn’t carrying any weapons that would stun, at any rate.
“Something you may not be aware of. The Hale Pack of Beacon Hills has seven Werewolves now, a Banshee and two Hunters.” Chris backed away from Corinne and looked to gage how far they were from the Coyote Pack and keep his eye on the tracks that Malia had left. He could see the direction she went in and he knew he needed to get there first before the Desert Wolf. “Those howls, if they continue, will draw out the entire pack. This is our town and the Hale Pack does not turn away their own.” Â
Corinne scowled. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that if you want to leave here alive, your best bet is to head off those Coyotes. If Peter finds out you did anything to harm Malia? You’re not leaving this town in one piece. Now, our Alpha can help you, but only if you trust us.” Chris leveled his gaze at Corinne. “He’s Talia’s son.”
“He can? Are you sure about this?” Corinne growled.
“I am sure. I’ll follow Malia’s trail. You head them off.” Chris nodded. He was not entirely sure but he needed to get rid of Corinne. He was good at masking whether he was lying..
Corinne didn’t notice and took off.
Chris breathed a sigh of relief. He texted that he was on Malia’s trail and for the others to keep the Coyote Pack busy and not to trust Corinne. He had a bad feeling about her. Chris started through the woods in the other direction, following a trail he’d noticed earlier.
Lydia was regretting her decision almost immediately when it turned out there was a whole pack of very vicious looking coyotes in the preserve.
Peter rumbled out a small purr, he was glad Chris wouldn’t let anything happen to Malia. The wolf was proud of his mate in wanting to not shoot first and ask questions later.
Allison was glad she brought her bow. Needing to take care of regular coyotes along with werecoyotes was going to be difficult. Allison hung up on her end as soon as she was sure her dad was alone.
As soon as Allison made to follow Corinne, Peter said, “Do what your dad says” and left in the opposite direction. Peter was following Chris, he wanted to help his mate first before confronting the fact that he had a daughter. He’d go back if something happened.
“We can’t take her on along with the coyotes.” Allison sighed as Peter ran off. They were going to need help, so much for not dragging the others into this.
While Allison and Lydia distracted the Coyotes and Lydia contacted the pack for help, Chris tracked Malia. That was something both he and Peter were really good at. After all that howling, Derek and Scott would be there in minutes and Chris trusted his daughter to keep Lydia from being hurt. Peter couldn’t be relied upon at the moment, Chris knew the wolf was going through something causing him both pain and great excitement. He also knew Corinne was right. Peter would put himself between Malia and anyone else. Including him. He didn’t know how far behind him Peter was but he hoped to get to Malia first. He had a feeling she wouldn’t be all that receptive to a werewolf. Especially at this stage. The girl would be almost fifteen and completely traumatized. If they could get through to her at all, Chris would be surprised. She would need therapy and a lot of it.
That is if she hadn’t suppressed her human side altogether being an Omega for this long. Chris knew Peter could feel his unease but he did try and reassure the wolf. He wasn’t going to shoot first and ask questions later, they were going to catch her. Even if she had killed people, the entire situation wasn’t her fault. She should have been raised a Hale. She should have had more opportunities, instead, three years ago she turned for the first time when she was 10 and caused the death of her foster mother and sister.
He didn’t want Peter to get his hopes up. Rehab for this girl would be difficult at best. Still, he had a daughter. Chris knew how that felt and how much of a game changer it was. Being an uncle was one thing, being a father? It was entirely different.  He crouched down as he spotted blood on the ground. She was hurt, that wasn’t good either. He hoped Peter wasn’t getting ahead of him. The trail was leading towards a series of caves at the Cliffside that overlooked Beacon Hills. Caves were easy to defend which is probably why she chose them. He was following a trail of paw prints, not human or werewolf feet. That also concerned him. He exchanged his gun to his crossbow and stun bolts. He also kept his Taser at hand.
It would slow her down.
As for Malia she was curled up in a cave in Coyote form. Human form hadn’t been a thing she had enjoyed in a long time. She was wounded, the alpha had hurt her when she had tried to join the pack and when she wouldn’t let him mount her he’d attacked. There were slashes all across her stomach and shoulder from where he’d viciously slashed at her. She’d only barely got away. Then they started to hunt. So she found the only place that had ever felt safe. She went home to a cave she’d spent a year hiding in.Along the way she had run into trouble. She tasted blood in her mouth. She knew bad things had happened.
Her old backpack was in the cave, and her sister’s doll.
The coyote shuddered and nosed it. She was so tired and scared.
She missed her family.
The wolf felt Chris and was glad for the reassurance, but was mostly nervous. Peter expected nerves on both ends. It wasn’t like this was going to be easy. He followed Chris for a bit before picking up a scent, which had to be Malia. There was blood mixed in with it and Peter snarled, protective instincts flaring up. Peter followed the trail to a cave.
Peter could see Chris ahead, making his way among the rocks. “Christopher!” Peter tried to call as softly as he could to not alert Malia, but to get Chris’s attention. Peter deftly climbed the rocks, making his way to Chris’s side. “Be careful. I don’t know what I’ll do if both of you are hurt.” Peter was going to stay outside, in case the coyotes made their way here.
Chris waited for him and nodded when Peter was willing to let him go in first. It was the best plan, really. Peter smelled like a wolf, he was human. It would likely just spook Malia if a wolf came in after her. She might be less inclined to attack if she smelled a human. He gave Peter a quick kiss. “We can do this,” he told him firmly. Then he turned towards the cave while he heard howls from wolves and coyotes. He approached the cave. “Come in behind me, but far enough back.”  He didn’t think it was a good idea to keep the wolf out here on his own.  Not in his current state of mind.
“Malia?” Chris kept moving into the cave. He could feel a strong odor in the cave and glanced to one side where there was several bones. Not human, at least that was something. “My name is Christopher Argent. I’m here to help you.” He supposed that coming in with a loaded crossbow wasn’t really helping so he put it down.
Looking inside the main den made him shudder. The fact that a child had lived in here so long. There was garbage thrown around, what looked like the remains of a bug infested sleeping bag and a dirty Little Mermaid backpack. Candy wrappers, flashlights with tags on them. She wouldn’t have been comfortable as a human. A Coyote, however. Chris looked over towards the far end of the den. She was hunched in Coyote form, eyes glowing blue.
His heart sank, he knew what that meant. He also knew that it didn’t mean forever. They could bring her back if she was willing. “Malia?”
Her teeth bared at Chris, crazed with fear and pain and not an ounce of recognition in them. She stumbled up to her paws, growling.
“Malia, I’m not here to hurt you.” Chris put his hands where she could see him.
That wasn’t going to do any good. She was going to pounce if he got any closer. She sniffed the air and him, sensing something perhaps. She whined sharply as her wound got the better of her and she stumbled.
Peter smiled at the kiss and nodded. He turned as he heard more howls, eyes flashing, instincts kicking into full gear. Peter followed Chris into the cave and stood at the entrance. The smell of pee and Malia’s scent was everywhere, it was almost overpowering.
Peter hung back, till he heard a snarl. Peter then heard a whine and came up behind Chris, not sure how to feel. He was sure Chris hadn’t hurt Malia, but the wolf wasn’t sold on it. “Did you do anything?” Peter looked over the coyote from over Chris’s shoulder. Peter could see Malia felt cornered. He flashed his eyes at her, hoping to at least get her attention. Maybe there was a connection through her coyote form to recognize who he was.
“Of course not,” Chris shook his head. His hands were out so she could see them. He understood though, why Peter had asked. He couldn’t even imagine how the wolf was feeling.  “She’s hurt, just defending herself. Looks like those are wounds from an Alpha or she’d be healing. She’s terrified. I don’t know that she can understand us in this form.”
Malia’s fear was so evident it was hard to watch. Fear and exhaustion. She was almost feral and yet she looked at Peter and then at Chris and back again. Peter got her attention and she focused on him. She growled a weak warning and shook her head in an attempt to communicate. So not feral entirely, but she would defend herself for as long as she could until she collapsed. She kept moving forward a little then back. Clearly uncertain and extremely nervous.
Chris reached into his hand and pulled out an energy bar. He usually kept several on his person just in case. “Here,” he gave it to Peter. “She’s probably hungry.”
Peter growled. “If it wasn’t a pointless gesture I’d take that Alpha out myself. Well we are in her house. Of course she’s defensive. She doesn’t need to understand us, just me.”
Peter took the bar and crouched down. He unwrapped the bar and held it out to Malia. “Here, for you.” He hoped Malia would take the offering, and that as long as he didn’t shift, it wouldn’t bother her to get near. The wolf ached for Malia to get close, for his offspring to be within touching distance.
From the sound of things, their pack was busy handling the coyote pack outside. “There’s nothing to worry about.” Chris assured her gently. “We’re really here to help you.” He hung back a little to let Peter approach his daughter.  He didn’t want any of the others to see this. They would have to get Noah involved. He sighed. “I think there’s something in her paw.”
There was indeed, a shard of twisted metal. Malia gazed at Peter then her eyes flicked to the bar and back up to Peter’s. She sniffed the air and gave a low, plaintive whine. She was so hungry that she didn’t care. She had no time to stop and kill anything, they had been hunting her from Oregon. A part of her registered that Peter was somewhat like her, that he was part of a pack. Both Chris and Peter had the smell of a pack. And they weren’t trying to kill her. They smelled like each other too. Her stomach growled and she inched forward. She kept both Peter and Chris in her line of sight when she reached out with her snout and sniffed at the bar and Peter’s fingers.
Peter glanced down and noticed the hurt paw. That was why she bleeding, along with her fight with the other coyotes. “It’s alright. Malia, you’re going to be alright.” Peter reached out a tentative hand, to touch Malia. He gently placed it on her head, in between her ears, just for a moment. The wolf was ecstatic. Peter smiled. This was his daughter. He had a daughter. “What’s going to happen when we get her out of here?” He was sure it’d be too much to ask Chris to let Malia stay with them.
“We’ll worry about that later. Be careful.” Chris was concerned by the fear he could still see in Malia’s eyes. She was hungry and gobbled up the first bar so quickly it was as if she’d inhaled it. He had a few more and gave them to Peter.
Malia didn’t change back, she remained in coyote form and whined. She was thirsty. Luckily Chris always had a canteen of water while hunting as well. So he gave that to Peter. He smiled a little, keeping an eye on things.
There wasn’t any way they’d be able to keep a coyote in the apartment.
“We can take her to the animal clinic.” Chris suggested, “Deaton’s back, he might be able to help.”  He knew that Peter wouldn’t want to be separated from Malia, perhaps they’d have to buy that house after all.
Malia whimpered, still in pain. She gazed up at Peter, unable to comprehend but she could sense something.She licked his fingers, looking for crumbs.
“I’ll heal.” Peter wasn’t too concerned about what Malia might do. Peter opened the canteen and held it out for Malia to drink from. Peter nodded as Chris talked. “I’m not sure if Alan’s used to were-coyotes but he’s out best shot.” Peter couldn’t help himself as Malia licked his fingers. He let out a purr, the wolf was content despite the situation outside. Peter was happy, with his mate and his daughter. He hadn’t felt this good in a long time.
Malia sniffed at it and looked at him in some clear confusion. She drank from the bottle, clearly thirsty. She had a little difficulty but it wasn’t hard to figure out.
“I know,” Chris couldn’t help but worry. Malia had been on her own so long.  “He really is.” Chris concluded. He wondered if they could get her to shift back. She could understand them so she wasn’t completely gone. He came forward a little more. She tensed but when she sniffed the air she seemed to be okay with Chris. He glanced towards the front of the cave, they could still hear the sounds of fighting. “We won’t let them hurt you,” He told her softly.
Malia whined, she understood. Mostly she was fixated on Peter though. She sniffed him, drinking more of the water. It’s possible she would even let him pick her up in Coyote form but she didn’t seem at all inclined to change back to human.  Suddenly her hackles went up and she growled in the direction of the cave. She hunched back, but not away. This time she moved behind Peter, clearly expecting him and his mate to protect her.  Her growls and movements were getting weaker but there was a spark in her eyes. Somewhere behind that coyote face was a handful.
“Peter?” Derek called from the front of the cave. “They’re gone. Someone’s in here with you? Did you find her?”
Malia quaked at the clear sound of authority in Derek’s voice. She whimpered and looked up at Peter, terrified.
Chris couldn’t help but let his heart swell at the sight. Peter needed this badly. He needed someone other than Chris to love him unconditionally and show him the potential he had. They may just have found her.
Peter watched Malia drink and nodded. No one would get Malia as long as he had a say in it. He smiled as she seemed to warm up to him. He turned when Malia growled. But Peter sighed, recognizing the scent. “It’s alright.” Peter glanced at Malia. “I’ll be right back.” He ducked out of the cave. “Chris is with me, but yes, we found her. She’s still in coyote form though. We were thinking of taking her to Alan.”
The wolf knew Malia would have to change back, but was content with her the way she was right now. She was fine near him, maybe they could communicate just a little before changing her back. Would it be wise to tell her she was really his daughter now? Or should it wait?
Derek frowned into the cave, “She really lived here?” Coyotes weren’t like wolves, he knew. They were far more territorial and aggressive. With Malia they might have a larger problem than Peter was willing to admit. He could smell how bad it was from outside. “Does she understand anything?” She was a cousin and Derek was worried. “We have the alpha that was hunting her, they’re not werewolves.” Which meant of course he saved him for Peter.
Chris came slowly out, following Malia. She bared her teeth when she saw Derek. “Sorry, she didn’t want to stay put. She smells the blood, I’m sure, among other things.”
Malia padded up to Peter and stood at his side, sniffing in Derek’s direction, unsure. She looked up at Peter and whined. She didn’t want to be a girl again. Being a girl was hard, but she knew Derek was an Alpha. Peter’s Alpha, and she was scared.
Peter nodded. “Where else was she going to live? I think she does, maybe not what we’re saying, but she does seem to make sense of everything. Well of course not, she wouldn’t think of mixing with wolves.” Peter turned his head as he heard Chris come up behind him.
Peter looked down at Malia. “It’s alright. This is Derek, your cousin. He won’t hurt you.” He crouched down to look Malia in the eye. “We’re going to take you to someone who can help.” Hopefully. “Is there anything here you want to keep?”
Malia looked back at the cave and looked at Peter then Derek. She may not completely understand but she doesn’t seem to want to go back into the cave. She snuffled at Peter’s hand and seemed to be willing to go with him. She cowered a little from Derek, though.
Derek frowned at the behavior, “She was only trying to find a pack.” He sighed. “Alright, I’ll meet you at Deaton’s. Erica went to grab some clothes for when she shifts back. If she shifts back.”
Chris nodded at Peter, “I’ll get Allison back to the apartment to make up the guest room.” He sent a text to Allison: We’re taking Malia to Deaton’s. She’s still a Coyote, so it may be best if there are not too many people there. Can you make up the guest room?
Derek looked at Peter, “What do you want me to do with the Alpha? The rest of the pack is dead or gone and Scott, Boyd and Isaac are dealing with stragglers. It’s possible the Alpha’s mate might return, but I doubt it.”
Peter ran a hand over Malia. He turned back to Derek. “Thank Erica for me.”
Allison pulled out her phone, wandering towards the cave with Lydia. Makes sense. I’ll head back with Lydia.
“Leave the Alpha, once Malia changes back it won’t matter. The Alpha doesn’t have much of a pack left.” Peter turned back to Malia. “I’m gong to pick you up.” He scooped Malia into his arms.
The Coyote was slightly startled at first and snapped her teeth half-heartedly but she was too tired to fight. She shook her head and rested it in the crook of Peter’s arm.
Chris’ eyes widened a little at the sight and softened. He sheathed his gun. He couldn’t help but smile, he’d known Peter had it in him. He’d seen him with Cora and a little so far with Allison. This was a gift, not a nuisance for him. He hoped they’d be able to get her to turn back, that she wasn’t too feral.
Derek didn’t look so hopeful. He looked upset, but then again, that was his default setting. “I’ll come by Deaton’s as soon as we clean up this mess.” He means bodies. Last they needed was the populous freaked out by things that can rip apart Coyotes.
It had been at least five years since the car accident, there was no telling whether or not there was a girl in there to save. Chris didn’t want to crash Peter’s hopes but he was very worried. Then again, she was Peter’s daughter. She had the strength of blood there.  And she understood them, for the most part. So, there was a chance. “Let’s go,” He moved to head towards the car.
Chris texted Allison: Thanks. See you shortly. Food, too, please.
Peter shushed Malia, rumbling in his chest. He decided to ignore the look on Derek’s face. “Tell Scott to go home, the less people there the better.” It would likely be bad enough with Alan and Derek there to work on Malia. Peter walked back with Malia in his arms. The solid weight felt right, even if she was a coyote, she was still his daughter.
Allison turned to walk the other way. She looked around and spotted Stiles. “Stiles, you’re coming with us.”
Stiles turned, he had been hanging back with Lydia, but had planned on going with Scott. “Why? And where?”
“My dad and Peter are taking Malia to Deaton, once she changes back, they’re taking her to the apartment. We need to get food ready” And clothes, but Stiles didn’t need to know that.
“So you want me to help with what exactly?” Stiles folded his arms over his chest.
“Getting food. Malia hasn’t been a human in a long time, she could be starving when she changes back.” Stiles was going to help because he had odd enough tastes to cover the range of food groups. Lydia would help balance it out though.
Malia settled finally against Peter and allowed him to get her into the car. She licked at his face.
There was no way Derek was not going to be at Deaton’s when they got there, that’s for sure. He nodded finally after he exhaled and went off to give the directions to the rest of the pack.
Scott agreed to not go, though he wasn’t pleased. He didn’t like the idea of Stiles being around a new creature. Even if she was related to Derek and Peter.
Lydia was fine with helping out Allison and Scott get food and things ready at the apartment. “She might want it to be more like a den? The Spare room?” Lydia suggested to Allison scratching her head. “And what if she doesn’t turn back to human.” She looked suddenly worried. “I’m more worried about Peter, actually. How he’s going to handle this if she doesn’t turn back.”
Chris reached out through their bond, trying to be as supportive as possible to Peter. He couldn’t imagine what his mate must be feeling. A daughter he never knew. He knew how much Peter wanted his own family, his own pack and now, he finally had it. A daughter of his own flesh and blood. Malia had been so young when she first changed into a Coyote. Who knew if she could even change back to a girl anymore? Peter would be devastated.
Chris knew that the good news was that she seemed to be able to communicate to a small degree. She recognized him. That was positive. At least her eyes weren’t blue. That meant her mother and her sister were dead after the crash. He smiled at Peter as they moved through the streets in the car.
Malia was exhausted and huddled against Peter, seeking his warmth. She whined a little but otherwise let him take care of her. When they got to Deaton’s she was on alert again though. Head up. She gave a plaintive growl. She could smell the mountain ash.
Stiles turned to Scott. “I’ll be fine, I won’t be around her if I’m with Allison and Lydia.” Stiles squeezed Scott’s hand. “I’ll tell you how it goes later.”
“You’re right.” Allison paused. “Well we won’t know if she can turn back or not.” She shrugged. “I get the feeling Peter would still want to be there for her, even if she remained a coyote.”
Peter nudged the bond. He was fine, for now. He just wanted to keep Malia safe. He’d worry about other things later. Like the fact that Malia would have to be told about what Peter had done, what he had gone through. Peter pet Malia’s fur.
Peter smiled at Malia and kept her close to his side. “It’s alright, we’re here to get help. I won’t leave your side.” Peter picked Malia up again and got out of the car. He walked into the clinic.
Scott smiled grimly, then bounded off, leaving Lydia, Allison and Stiles.
Chris checked first to make sure that the Deaton’s office was safe and allowed Peter to bring in Malia. Deaton would be there in a few minutes.  He found a pillow and blanket. “Lay her on table, Peter.” He told his mate gently, supportively. “I think I hear Deaton’s car.”
Chris just wanted to make sure that they could take care of Malia’s wounds and see if she could change back. He had a feeling they would need an Alpha so he looked up at Peter. “I think we might need Scott for this, but once Malia’s wounds have been dealt with. He’s the only one who could force her to change if it comes down to it.”
“You’re right,” Lydia nodded and pursed her lips. “This will change everything for him. And you. You realize you’re going to have a sister?”
Peter followed Chris into the back. Peter’s ears pricked up. “I hear him too.” He laid Malia on the table, petting her still. Peter arched an eyebrow. “You don’t think Derek could do it?” Not that he was advocating for Derek, but why did it have to be Scott? Did Scott even realize he was an Alpha? Or had the potential to be one?
Allison blinked. “Well, she has to change back first…” She hadn’t thought of it that way. A were-coyote for a sister, Gerard would be furious if he knew. “If we’re going to get things ready, we should go.” She turned to go to her car.
Stiles tagged along, oddly silent for once.
Deaton came in the back door and over to Peter and the coyote which he assumed was Malia. “Do you know what happened? Where she was hurt?” He picked up a pen flashlight. He glanced at Peter. “You’ll have to keep  a hold of her while I check her injuries.”
Chris nodded to Peter, “You’re right. Scott isn’t there yet.” They had discussed it a while back. Scott’s potential. Chris had thought this was an opportunity to pull that out of him but perhaps he was better off as he was for now. That was a discussion for another day. He looked over towards Deaton. “We’re not sure of all her wounds but I know she has wounds from an Alpha and her leg was messed up. I think she has glass still in her paws, or something. I couldn’t get it out. Can you take a look?”
Chris glanced at Peter, “Did someone tell Alan? She’s a Were Coyote, Alan. We also found out that she’s Peter’s daughter but she’s been in this form for a long time, we don’t know if she can come back. Be careful. I’m not sure what happened to her mother but she’s still out there.” He looked back to Alan. “Do you happen to know why Talia would take Peter’s memory of this?”
“He would,” Lydia smiled at Allison and let her head towards the car. She held back with Stiles and looked rather concerned about something all of a sudden. She gripped Stiles’ arm. “I think something’s not right about all of this.” She muttered, low enough so Allison didn’t hear. “I think someone’s trying to get to Peter, using Malia and her mother. It’s all just too convenient. I have a bad feeling.”
Malia whined at Peter and glared at Deaton. She didn’t trust him but she did trust Peter and calmed down. Her eyes flashed blue a little bit but she did let Deaton get to her.
Deaton nodded, pulling on some gloves as he listened to Chris. He moved closer to Malia. “I might have a solution to change her back, but let’s get her patched up first.” He gently picked up her paws. “I can’t speak for Talia’s motivations, but it would have to do with Malia’s mother, the Desert Wolf.”
Stiles paused, turning to Lydia as she grabbed him. “What?” Stiles chewed his lip. “But they’d have to know about Malia, right? Who else knew about her? Do you think someone’s going to try and take Malia away from Peter?”
Peter flinched at the mention of the Wolf, it tugged at his lost memory. “What do you know about her Alan?”
Deaton moved to get some tweezers. He started pulling the glass from Malia’s paws. “She’s an assassin. A lot like you Peter, secretive and manipulative.”
Peter rolled his eyes. “Thank you Alan.” He pet Malia some more, to keep her calm during this.
“I think Malia is someone’s way to Peter.” Lydia said with a sigh. “Chris is one thing, but imagine if you could get ahold of his full-blooded daughter? You could completely control him. And Peter being controlled by someone else is a terrifying thought. I think someone is using Malia to get into that family, to get something. I don’t know, I just have this feeling. We can’t trust her. The Desert Wolf. Someone has to talk to Derek.” Lydia didn’t want to stay behind too long because Allison would wonder what they were talking about. She headed to get into the passenger seat.
Chris knew Erica was on her way with clothing but he didn’t feel that the coyote would change anytime soon. He gazed at Peter, the change in the man was so marked. Holding a daughter does that to you, Chris knew. He laid a hand on Peter’s arm, supporting him with his strength. It was a scary situation, finding your child after all this time. “Talia must have had a reason Deaton. From what I’ve known of her she doesn’t do anything without a reason. Protecting Peter is one thing, but Malia is her niece. She couldn’t have just place a Werecoyote with a foster family and hope for the best. She must have had some plan.”
Derek looked at Erica and thanked her for the clothing on his way to Deaton’s. He sent the rest of them back to the loft and tucked the bundle under his arm. There was one part of this that was nagging at the back of his mind. He hadn’t taken care of the Desert Wolf yet. She had mysteriously vanished during the fight. And she was the one who was worried about the Coyote being beyond saving.
Malia relaxed, she let Deaton work on her but with a wary look. With his expertise he’d be able to take care of her wounds. Most was inflicted by an Alpha, which was the reason for them not healing right away but the glass in her foot. That was different.There was black ooze seeping around it once the glass was worked a bit. Malia whimpered.
“Oh. Yeah that makes sense.” Stiles nodded. “It is scary, Peter can be terrifying on his own. her own mother would want-? Wait, what?” Stiles got into the back of the car. “Who’s going to tell Derek then?”
Allison turned around. “Tell Derek what?”
“Uh…nothing, nothing at all.”
Allison turned to Lydia.
“Shouldn’t we go before they need us?”
Allison nodded, started the car and drove off.
“I’m sure she did.” Alan turned and got a cloth, dabbing at the ooze.
“It’s not like we can ask Talia what she had wanted.” Peter rumbled out a sound, trying to sooth Malia. “She might have hoped a foster family could protect Malia for some time, maybe temporary.” He shrugged. “We’ll never know now.”
Peter glanced at the ooze. “What is that?”
“I’m not sure.” Alan swiped some up with a cotton swab. He laid it aside and got bandages for the rest of Malia’s wounds.
That’s what it looked like, Chris frowned at the way it was congealed. “Alan, check to see if a fragment is inside her foot.” He told Deaton. He knew that sometimes if you left a weapon inside the wolf couldn’t heal. It might be the case here. He put a hand on Peter’s arm as he tried to soothe his daughter. He wondered what she would look like now. How hard it would be for her to acclimate. She was Peter’s daughter though, and a survivor, like her father.
Lydia, “Well, Stiles, you could talk to Derek after you help us out, right?” She nodded to Allison in the car. It was time to get the supplies. She looked very troubled, like she was worried.
“We can’t ask her, no.” Chris sighed as he rubbed his mate’s arm gently. “I’m sorry, Peter. The only way we can get any information is out of Malia’s mother.”
Malia let Peter’s words and actions sooth her. And yes, it did appear there was something stuck inside. A small fragment that was working its way further in.
Deaton pulled a light over. He had the tweezers back and took a moment to look. “Yes, there’s a small piece of glass. Peter make sure you have a hold of her.” Deaton pressed the tips of the tweezers in and grabbed hold of the glass.
“Uh, yeah I can.” Stiles sat in the back seat and dug at his nails.
“Is everything ok?” Allison turned to look at Lydia for a second.
Peter shook his head. “I get the feeling she’s not going to be helpful, even if she did lead us to Malia.” It was just a gut reaction, a phantom ache from the place where his memory of the Wolf had been. He knew he couldn’t trust her. But there was nothing else they could do.
Chris lent whatever support he could to Peter through the bond. He knew it was hard. He hated the fact that Peter’s memory was messed with. His sister had a lot to answer for, that much was true. But first they had to handle Malia and get her to turn back if she could.
Malia yelped as Deaton pulled out the glass. She twitched and whined, only not bolting because Peter had a hold on her. She whimpered.
“You’re okay now, Malia.” Chris her with a surprising degree of affection that surprised even himself. She wasn’t a girl yet. He looked up at Peter. It didn’t matter. She was Peter’s, and Chris knew that meant he was going to love her no matter what.
Lydia looked down and studied her nails. “I just have a bad feeling, that’s all.” She told Allison. “That Malia has been planted in Peter’s life to get to him.”
Peter pet Malia, trying to soothe her with a rumble from his chest. Peter glanced up at Chris, hearing the fondness in his voice. “Yes, you’ll be fine.” Peter continued to pet Malia.
Deaton pulled back. “That should do it. I can bandage the rest.” He set the tweezers aside and came back with the gauze, to wrap up Malia’s other wounds.
Peter turned to Derek. They’d have to try now, to get Malia back to her human form. “Do you have a plan?”
“So we should warn him.” They were approaching the apartment. Allison parked and got out.
Stiles pulled out his phone and texted Peter. Lydia thinks something is wrong. Could be coming after Malia.
Lydia didn’t like any of this. It all seemed too convenient. Like an easy way of manipulating Peter. “We’ll have to keep an eye on her.” She sighed.
Erica had stopped in briefly to give Derek clothes for Malia and immediately left.
Malia relaxed as the pain subsided. She gave Deaton’s hands a lick of gratitude and yawned. Clearly tired. Her eyes swiveled to Derek, plaintive. He was an Alpha but she smelled something on him that was different. She looked between Derek and Peter.
Derek gazed at Malia curiously and nodded at Deaton. “There really is only one way. I’d have to force her.” He looked to Peter. “She may not like it very much and may react badly. Is this what you want?” He asked of his Uncle.
Chris looked back down at the Coyote and up at Derek’s words then to Peter. “She’s been feral for a long time. She might not react well to suddenly being human but it’s not the only way to force a fully transformed wolf back into a human body.” He’d done it before for a couple whose young daughter had transformed and helped the family escape. “On the other hand, having an Alpha to imprint on immediately might be best for her to deal. It’s up to you. The other way takes time and patience.”
Allison nodded. “Let’s make sure she has some place to stay. I’m sure Peter won’t let her out of his sight.” They went up to the apartment and Allison unlocked the door.
Deaton smiled at Malia. “You should be careful if you do it here.” He didn’t want anything destroyed.
“Depends.” Peter stroked Malia’s fur, rubbing her ears. “It isn’t? What’s your way?” He wanted all options. He pulled out his phone as it buzzed. He frowned. “Stiles thinks someone could be coming for Malia.” He glanced up at the others. “Who knows we’re here?” He didn’t count the children, of course they knew.
“Coming for Malia?” Chris frowned, “Well, her mother would, but surely not with us around.” He went to the front of the shop to check things out. No wolf could get in without Deaton’s say so. He came back to let them know that.  “Our process is a gradual one and generally only used if we’re sure the wolf hasn’t killed an innocent. We coax the human out by using things that she liked in the past. Encouraging them with human contact. Specific herbs on a daily basis. It’s gradual but doesn’t always work and usually done by the parent or relative. Eventually, they change back on their own. It’s not a reliable process, Peter. Derek forcing her could get her back tonight, but she may not thank us for that and be unable to immediately deal with being human.”
Malia whined at Peter and her stomach rumbled. She was hungry and she just wanted to be next to her father. She wanted to go home. She nudged her nose at Peter’s hands. By home of course, she meant the cave, but wherever he went was fine too.
Lydia bit her lip and tugged on her hair a little bit but she helped Allison get the guest room ready for a teenage girl. “Good idea, we’ll probably want to make it appealing, but we don’t know what she liked.”
“Are we sure about that?” Peter didn’t want the Wolf anywhere near Malia right now.
“She’s persistent,” Deaton added. “If she wants Malia, she’ll stop at nothing to get her.”
Peter listens, then glances at Malia. “What do you want dear? Quick way or long way?” He was fine with either, but got the feeling if it came to it the fast way would have to work
“Let her rest for now. Maybe you should think about this and come back for Malia tomorrow. It will give you time to think and come to a decision. Malia needs to heal.”
“Can we go generic?” Stiles stood behind the girls.
“We’ll have to for now, until Malia changes it and adds her own things.” Allison moved, to start rearranging the room.
“We can,” Lydia nodded to Stiles. She ran her fingers through her hair. “It’s going to be awkward at first,” she was sure. She sat on the end of the bed and looked Allison up and down. “Are you sure you’re okay with all of this?” She never saw Allison get upset at anything lately. It was starting to get worrisome, she was becoming a bit too much like her father.
Chris had a feeling Peter wasn’t going to leave Malia’s side until she was safely taken care of. They could sit on the floor if they had to. He wasn’t going to leave Peter alone, either. Too much had happened tonight. They all needed to support each other. But someone needed to find the Desert Wolf and make sure she wasn’t a threat. “Derek and I could do some hunting around if Peter wants to stay here with Malia for a while.”
Derek eyed Chris, “It would be easiest if I just went on my own with some help with my pack.”
“And give the Desert Wolf the option of targeting you without backup?” Chris didn’t really consider the pack proper backup for Derek, yet. Obviously.
Malia yawned and licked at Peter’s hand. She was tired, but she seemed like she wanted to communicate with her father, from the expression in her eyes. That would require being human, and an Alpha to call her out of her shell.
“Supernaturally awkward.” Stiles laughed to himself. He glanced at Allison as Lydia addressed her.
“I have to be for Peter and my dad’s sake.” She was nervous about how turning Malia back into human would go, how to deal with her living with them. She was still anxious around Peter sometimes, she wasn’t sure if she should keep her back to him. But she had to trust him because her dad did. Her dad loved Peter.
Peter wanted to protest, but knew it would be best for Chris to go because despite being a tracker, Peter had no memory of the Wolf. Chris knew how to find her. Peter would keep Malia safe for now.
“Nothing can get in and I’ll lock the doors.” Deaton took his golves off and went to make sure the closed sign was still flipped.
Peter rolled his eyes a Derek and Chris. “You could always…bring Scott.” As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Scott was better to rely on than Derek’s pack. “And Cora.”
Peter smiled at Malia, feeling something well up inside that he hadn’t felt in some time. Genuine love, a connection to someone like him. He still had Derek but the connection had been severed during the fire and what he had with Chris was different. “What is it?”
Lydia reached over and hugged Allison gently. She wasn’t one for a lot of public affection but she stroked her cheek gently and smiled. “I’m always here for you.” She told her girlfriend softly. “Even when it looks like I’m not. For what it’s worth, I think Peter is moving down the right path now. So long as Chris still stands at his side.”
Scott texted Stiles: I’m back at your place. Which meant he was probably wrapped around one of Stiles’ blankets.
“We’ll be fine,” Derek nodded. “We’ll search for her and make sure she’s not lurking anywhere in Beacon Hills. Then we’ll be back and you can tell us your decision on whether or not you want me to bring Malia out the fast way. If we need help we’ll call in others.”
That left Malia and Peter alone. For quite some time, Malia just stayed near Peter, soaking in his love. Eventually, she seemed to be very calm and then gave a soft little whine and then slowly, unbelievably, transformed before Peter’s eyes. As though she wasn’t controlling it, it was just happening. She turned into a beautiful fifteen year old and didn’t seem quite to realize it at first. She just kept curled up, long hair all in her face.
Allison smiled back at Lydia. “I know. You’re subtle. I don’t think Peter’s going to let my dad go this time. He’s in love. They both are. As long as my dad’s happy, that’s all that matters.” She felt better. “Let’s actually get to work before they come back.”
Stiles laughed. We won’t b done 4 a bit. But I’ll try to b back soon. “Ok, so Scott’s going to miss me if we take much longer.”
Peter nodded. “Thank you.” He was sure it was the situation, but he meant it. He didn’t want Chris or Derek risking their lives against the Wolf unless they had to. Peter kept petting Malia, it helped him not worry.
Deaton stayed out front, to give Peter and Malia their space.
Peter pulled his hand back, afraid for a moment he had hurt Malia until her fur started to vanish. He watched as her limbs elongated and soon a human girl was half in his arms, half spread out on a cold metal table. “Alan!” Peter looked for something to cover Malia with, as she was naked.
Malia looked confused and uncertain in her own limbs and certainly without the shame of a normal fifteen year old. She peeked up at Peter behind long unkempt yet luxurious hair that matched his own and sniffed him curiously. Her hands were like his, her cheekbones high and her chin sharp, making her look somewhat impish. She may not have his blue eyes, but she had other things that clearly marked her a Hale. Her head whipped around as soon as Alan came into the room and she huddled against Peter. Derek had brought a shirt, shorts and a jacket if she needed it from Erica.  They didn’t know her shoe size. She trembled, wondering if she was in trouble. She hadn’t been human in a long time. She whined.
“Of course I’m right,” Lydia grinned, sure of this fact. “Maybe we can make her something to eat, too. I don’t know. I think Coyotes will eat anything.” She looked pointedly at Stiles. “Your boyfriend needs to learn to live without you for more than a day.” She huffed.
“She’s probably hungry. Who knows when she last had any food. And that’s why we have Stiles.”
Stiles turned to Allison. “Yes, I will go do that.” He huffed. “Scott’s a little needy, but I know that, I’ve always known that.” He went to the kitchen to arrange snacks for Malia.
Deaton went to pick up the clothes and hand them to Peter. “It’s alright Malia.”
Peter let Malia sniff him and he tucked her against him as Alan came in.
“i’ll wait out there, shout if you need anything.” Alan left the room.
“Here, let’s get you dressed for others’ modesty if not yours.” Peter unfurled the shorts and gently took Malia’s legs, placing them in the shorts and pulled them up. He repeated a similar process with her shirt and jacket. “How do you feel?”
Scott texted back eventually. I’ll just wait here.
“A little?” Lydia scoffed. She chuckled as Stiles wandered off. “I think that was understatement of the year.” She clasped Allison’s hand and tugged her out of the room. They’d opened the windows so that their scents wouldn’t linger. “Let the room air out a bit without us inside.”
Malia looked down, a little self-conscious. She fussed with her hair shoving it out of the way. Her voice was a little hoarse as she mumbled. “Everything aches.” She clung to Peter, fingers clutching his shirt. Nothing felt right, she didn’t even know if she’d be able to stand up. She sniffed over at Deaton and must have concluded he wasn’t a threat because she just looked away and buried her face against Peter’s chest. She eventually released her grip and tugged at the shorts. “I haven’t worn clothes in years.” Her voice was a little child-like, but that’s to be expected, she spent almost five years in the wild. “My mother and sister died in the crash. I went back to the house, but my dad had left town. Who are you? You smell nice.”
Stiles set a bowl down, he was going to make nachos and texted Scott back. U want something 2 tide you over? ;)
“Yeah but Stiles can handle Scott. Not that I couldn’t but they know each other on a level i would never be able to reach. At least they’re around each other enough that Scott doesn’t have to worry too much.” Allison nodded. “She’ll have to get used to my scent at some point though, since I live here too.”
“Any serious pain?” Peter took a step back to look over Malia. “I know, but you can’t walk around naked, there are laws against it.” Peter frowned. That was unfortunate. Mr. Tate couldn’t even stay…not that it mattered. “I’m your father, your real father.” Not the best time to admit that, but Peter wasn’t going to lie to her.
“Yeah, I’m not sure what it is with him.” Lydia shrugged. Abandonment issues maybe? Who knows, Scott was complicated when it came to Stiles.  “Well, you have me now, and I’m not high maintenance at all.” Also an understatement, but she wasn’t going to say anything if Allison didn’t.
Stiles texted back. He had one of Stiles’ jackets.  I’ll be fine. But- what do you mean? Now he was curious.
“No, just achy.” She shook her head.  “I know that.” Malia scoffed a little petulantly. She had always known she was adopted. “I didn’t know I had other family.” She sniffled. “You’re not a Coyote,” her tone of voice was slightly accusatory. “You’re a wolf. Why am I not a wolf?” She smacked his chest in a half-hearted temper and with a fist. It wasn’t a tightly made fist, and was more of a smack than a punch, but still a fist.  “Why did you leave me with a pack of humans!?” Clearly had her father’s temperament too. Hit first, get answers later. If she had known who her other family was she might have sought them out. She wanted to try and stand up.
Allison laughed. “Uh huh, sure. Ms. Prom Queen and whose family has a lake house and asks me to come over as frequently as I can even though you see me in school.” She pulled Lydia close and kissed her.
Stiles waited for the cheese to melt in the microwave. Want me 2 show u? He looked around the kitchen, in case the girls were coming. Quickly he unzipped his pants and shoved his phone in, taking a picture. Stiles pulled his phone out, zipped his pants back up and sent the picture to Scott.
“Well I wasn’t aware how much you knew between coyote form and human.” Peter sighed. “I didn’t know either, or…well I had forgotten, but not on purpose.” Peter arched an eyebrow. “No, is there something wrong with me being a wolf?” He sighed. “You’re a coyote because of your mother. And I’m not sure why, it could have been my sister’s decision for all I know, to protect you.” He moved, to help Malia get up.
Lydia scoffed and kissed her back. “I like being around you, Allison, you’re a calming presence. We’d better go make sure Stiles has made something substantial to eat. Or I might just keep you up here all night.”
Scott took a few moments to reply: Stiles! Dick pics just make the wolf want to come find you. Not that I don’t appreciate it. I’m fine, really. Luckily, Stiles had sent it to the right number and not say, Chris Argent or his Dad.
“I don’t care if you are if you don’t. What’s your name, anyway?” Malia asked as she let him help her. “I know some.” She did, but she had avoided contact with humans. They didn’t understand her and getting clothing wasn’t easy. “The guy out front isn’t one like us. There were other people here, where are they?” Her voice cracked a little, she was thirsty and hadn’t talked in a long time. She could sort of understand what was happening around her as a coyote but it was mostly sheer instinct and self-preservation. She stumbled a little, trying to keep upright and sniffled. Tears welled in her eyes.. “I don’t remember how to be a g-girl.” She was off-balance and didn’t like it.
“Good, I like being around you too. We’re lucky he doesn't’ set anything on fire” Allison turned, her arm around Lydia’s waist to head to the kitchen.
Then cum get me ;) u sure? seriously I’ll b there soon. Stiles opened the fridge to get salsa to add to the nachos.
“Peter Hale. No, Alan’s human, he helps when he can.” Peter supported Malia as she stood. “They left to make sure no one would come back to hurt you. I can only help you so much as I am not a teenage girl, but there are females in the pack that can help. In fact, you have a sister.” He was sure Malia understood mates and the bonds that went with it. “Not by human standards, yet.” Soon though, he hoped.
“Stiles should know his way around a kitchen. I hope he made something substantial and not like…Do I smell salsa?” Lydia sniffed at the air and face-palmed.
“Peter is a nice name. I heard of the last name before, I think. Back when I was a kid. A sister,” Malia sniffled again, she looked tired and still a little confused. “You won’t send me away? I’ve been trying to find a pack. But I’m aggressive, and I don’t smell right. Can we go? Where will I stay? What will I do?”  She reached up to try and touch Peter’s face, just map it with her fingers and sighed. “I want to be a coyote again. What do I call you?” She whined half-halfheartedly, having a hard time dealing with the emotion of it all. She didn’t really want to go back to that. She was just overwhelmed.
Scott groaned and texted back: Stiles! That was terrible. I’m sure.