"You have to leave." The man says holding his wife's face between his calloused hands.
Tears stream down her soot covered face. "I'm not leaving you." She chokes out.
Roars ring out in the night air as smoke billows into the night sky. More people are dying.
"You must. You have to protect our pup." The dark haired man lays a gentle hand on the woman's flat stomach.
Only the two knew about the new life. They had discovered it yesterday, now their happiness is burning away.
Hooves pound on the ground, growing ever closer. The man pulls his mate behind him, baring his fangs. A large horse stops in front of them, nostrils flaring, but unfazed at the presence of a wolf. The rider pulls the hood of her cloak down, revealing she is none other then the wolf's cousin.
"Malia." The man breathes.
"I will protect her, but you must try to save the others." The young woman states, holding a hand down to the other.
The man turns to his wife once more. "I love you. Be safe. Protect our pup. I will find you again." He kisses her quickly, wishing desperately for more time. Pulling away he hauls his wife onto the horse. She grips Malia's waist tightly. "Go to the McCall kingdom. Tell the king I sent you. He should protect you." More pained cries fill the air. "Go. Now." He commands.
Malia spurs the horse forward.
"Derek!" The wife calls for her husband.
When she turns her head, wanting one last look at the man she loves, her only sight is a large black wolf running back into the burning castle. More tears stream down her face as she watches her home burn. Burying her face in between Malia's shoulder blades, she sobs.
"Hush, Stiles." Malia hisses.
Stiles bites her lip, trying desperately to quieten herself. Removing her face from Malia's cloak she looks around the dark woods they are speeding through. Shadows of creatures are weaving through the trees around them. Fear grips Stiles' heart. As the creatures close in, Malia spurs the horse on faster.
Stiles' eyes lock with one of the creatures' behind the skull it wears. Stiles grips Malia even tighter, readying herself for the attack. Before they come any closer a ragged howl rips through the air followed by a roar of victory, causing the creatures to race back in the direction they came. Stiles knew that howl, her very core ached at the broken sound.
Malia doesn't slow the stallion. They ride until they are out of the forrest, until they are out of their kingdom and in another. They ride until the horse can no longer walk and Stiles has lost track of the time. Climbing off the beast, Stiles' legs are wobbly. Her body aches almost as much as her heart.
Malia rubs the horse's sweat slick neck. "Shhh. We'll find you a place to rest." She whispers.
Stiles looks around to see that they are at the edge of a village. "Maybe there is a stable near by."
Malia pierces her lips. "Perhaps."
They walk until they see a barn. Tying the stallion in a stall, Malia hugs the horse's neck. "You will be a fine animal for these people."
"We can always wait until he is rested." Stiles suggests.
"No. We must keep moving." With that they continue on their way.
They walk in silence for a while. The sun starts to rise and people start to mill out of their houses. The two ignore the odd stares.
"What are we going to do?" Stiles asks.
"We find the king. Tell him what happened. Then lay low until Derek finds us." Malia pulls her cloak tighter onto herself.
"How far is the castle?" Stiles sways slightly on her feet.
"We rode for three straight days, so I believe the castle is the next village." Malia's voice is clipped.
Three days? No food, no water, and no break. Damn no wonder Malia prided her horse so well. Stiles knew she had been training that Stallion for years, but it was able to carry them this far at neck breaking speeds. Maybe the rumors were true and the horse had magic in his veins. Like the ancient beasts of the dead forrest.
Fatigue starts to take Stiles. She hasn't eaten in three days, let alone sleep. Her body is too weak.
"Stiles, what's wrong?" Malia stops. The coyote's hands are fast as they shoot out to catch the human as she stumbles.
"Haven't eaten yet." Stiles mumbles.
"So, it shouldn't be bothering you this bad."
Stiles chuckles lightly at her cousin-in-law's denseness. "I am human and pregnant, Malia."
"What?" She breathes. "You're... Derek did mention a pup. Oh, your carrying a pup!" She whispers excitedly.
Stiles smiles. "We were going to tell everyone, but-" Before Stiles can finish her sentence, Malia has dropped to her knees and pressed her ear to Stiles' flat stomach.
Stiles watches the coyote's face. "I hear its heartbeat." She whispers.
"Yes, I'm just a few along. That's what we believe anyway."
Malia stands nodding. "We need to find you food." Looking around her eyes lock onto something.
Stiles turns to see a small sign hanging above an open door. The word 'Bakery' carved onto it. Walking in all conversation in the little shop stops. That's when Stiles realizes what they must look like. Dirty, torn clothing, covered in soot, and bags under their eyes. Stiles glances over to see Malia tightening her cloak around herself more.
An elder woman behind the counter speaks, drawing Stiles' attach away from the coyote. "Is there something I can do for you two?"
"My friend needs food." Malia orders.
Stiles sighs. Talking to people has never been Malia's strong point.
"I will serve the human, but you are to leave." The woman says in a clipped tone.
"What? Why?" Stiles speaks before thinking.
"Coyotes bring nothing but trouble." She snaps, eyeing the Malia.
Stiles takes a step towards Malia, to defend her, but her feet seem too heavy and she can no longer stay up right. Malia catches her before she hits the ground.
"Please. My friend needs food." Malia begs.
Stiles would have called her out on the very emotion in her voice had she not been fighting back the darkness trying to take over.
"Fine. Take a seat."
Stiles is carried and placed in a hard chair. Soon food is placed in front of her and Malia is slowly feeding her. When Stiles strength starts to returns she is able to notice the young woman standing next to the table.
"Do you need anything else?" She asks quietly. Her ashy blonde hair is the same color as the older woman's.
"No." Malia growls softly.
"Are you from the Hale kingdom?" She asks.
Stiles' eyes widen at her. "Yes. Is there any word? Any survivors from the castle?"
Its been three days. Surely there has been news.
The woman pierces her lips. "No." She says before walking off.
Stiles and Malia share a glance. Stiles only shrugs off the despair and starts to devour her meal on her own. Malia matches her with her own meat and bread. Gulping down water, Stiles rubs her stomach protectively. She can't ever do that again. Not if she wants a strong pup. She swallows hard, this pup is going to need to be strong if no one survived.
"Ma, you gave them food?" A male voice booms.
Both women turn to see a man with similar features as the older woman, but muddy brown hair instead of blonde, storming through the door. Malia growls softly.
"Easy." Stiles whispers, but the man's attention has already been taken off his mother and placed onto them.
"Go back to your kingdom. You aren't welcome here." He growls.
"Jeffery, wait until they get here." The older woman scolds.
"Wait until who get here?" Malia asks. She stands and Stiles follows.
The woman sends a glare at the man she called Jeffery. "Everyone just needs to calm down."
Stiles is readying her body to run. She will do anything to protect her pup. Just then three large males enter the bakery, eyes glowing gold. Stiles glances at Malia to see her eyes are still neutral. Letting the electric blue show would have been a death sentence in this kingdom. The king did not tolerate killers.
The black male is the first to speak. "Alpha McCall wishes to see you." He says in an eerily calm voice for someone who has glowing eyes.
Malia snarls softly. Stiles understands. The way the McCall people have treated them, will their king be any different? Rumors say he is a just king, but will he be just when dealing with them?
"Malia, maybe we should listen. We are in his kingdom." Stiles coaxes.
Even with the uncertainty, Derek had told them to speak with the king.
Finally Malia nods. "Fine."
A/N: Hi guys. I am all hopped up on Nightqul and some other meds seeing as the doctors can't figure out if I have strep or the flu. So I get the best of both worlds when it comes to meds. Yay! Anyway, please review. Tell me if I should continue this story or if its just shit. Please, give me your honest opinion. Thanks for reading. YOLO. Until Next Time.