When the gunshot sounded and hit human, flesh all human thought left Malia's mind. Hurt. Protect. Mine. She crouched in front of the pale limp form on the ground, stopping anyone from getting close.
The hunters had left, having done what they came to do and now only had to wait. There was no sound coming from the fiercely protected body behind her. No sound but a faint heartbeat. Malia growled, lunging at those trying to get to the bleeding out boy.
"MALIA!" alpha. Her eyes cleared of the red that had overcome her vision and saw Scott, eyes red, fangs bared.
"Malia, I need to help Stiles." She whimpered at this. No he can't have him, he's mine "hurt, mine, protect" Scott nodded
"Pack. Hurt, I'm going to help him" Malia reluctantly moved aside shifting back and began to sob "I'm sorry, I'm sorry is he okay?"
The rest of the pack was surrounding the now blood soaked body of the broken human. "Oh my god Scott he's already lost so much blood and we have no idea what kind of damage has been done inside." Lydia's voice was shaking but her hands were steady as she pushed down on the bullet wound in Stiles stomach.
"The ambulance is on the way but I'm not sure it's going to get here in time and Lydia, I can't bite him, they used a wolf's bane bullet, the bite won't take."
"Okay, it's okay, he's going to be fine. He's already died like twice now right? Once for the sacrifice and then with the nogitsune, he can handle a bullet, he has to." All Malia could do was sit by Stiles and hold his hand as the life drained out of him and her coyote screamed.
And then the shocked whisper "he's not breathing" and Scott's stuttered curse.
(should I keep going? please review thanks!)