Malia had just been strolling through the woods the way she typically did. It was where she felt comfortable and like herself, so she liked to spend time there. There was never a problem at least, until today. She hadn’t done anything wrong, but that didn’t matter to the hunter. After confronting her and letting her know that he knew who she was, the hunter shot Malia with an arrow in the stomach. And something was different about this arrow. It must have been covered in wolfsbane or something, because it was hurting much more than it should, and nothing around the wound seemed to be healing. She had no clue what to do, so she just made her way to Theo’s and hoped he would have some idea. “Theo,” she whimpered, shoving the door open and limping inside, clutching her stomach around the arrow.
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