Malia had not really gotten used to wearing clothes, much less running in them. But because she had a strong dislike for cars, her bare feet would have to do. She was walking towards the house of one particular true alpha. Thought she reckoned it was in the middle of the night at that the alpha was most certainly sleeping - she decided that she would pay a visit anyways. Wearing one of her moms old dresses and a pair of her father's shoes (since she had not really had the opportunity to go buy a par of her own, locked up in Eichen House and all). She didn't care about her looks thought, and something told her the alpha would not mind either.
Knowing the door was locked, Malia started looking for what might be the boys window. Trying to inhale as much as air as possible, to try and pick a scent. She felt one, weak, but definite. She found a tree outside the window and started climbing. She was quite good at it - actually. Her strength made it easy to pull herself up, and because of her coyote-side, she was really quiet. When finally reaching the top, the window was only about 7 foot away. She had nothing to throw, and to yell would cause to much attention. She took of one of her shoes and threw it against the window. After three seconds she could hear someone standing up, and after about five, a confused brown haired boy stuck his head out the window.
"Malia?", he said, after staring at her for a while.
"Take a step back", She said to the boy, who she vaguely remembered as Scott. He took a step back, unsure of the consciences. She jumped in, still quiet, landing on her toes. She smiled proudly as she turned around to face Scott.
"What are you doing here?", he said, or, whispered. Malia looked around in his room before answering, then looking into his eyes.
"I need help, and you are giving it to me", she simply said. Scott didn't seem to get what she was saying, so she repeated herself.
"What kind of help?", Scott asked, still with a confused look to his face. Malia took one book from his desk, advanced math, she didn't know quite why the word math just felt so unappealing on her mouth.
"I need you to help me turn back", She said, while opening the book. Oh god, even the words made no sense. Random letters, signs and numbers just all in a bunch.
"Turn back? Into a coyote?" Scott asked.
"No, into a unicorn. Of course a coyote. What else would I want to get turned into?" Malia replied and put the book back on the desk, picking out a new item, a phone.
"You want to go back?" he asked. All these questions where really making Malia annoyed.
"Well, duh. Now, when will you be able to teach me? Does tomorrow work for you?", She said, while pressing some random buttons. The screen lit up, when she was younger the phones didn't not look like this at all, humans had really evolved, well, technically speaking.
"I can't. I mean, I would like to, if that's really what you want. But I'm not a coyote, I don't know how to fully change, I'm really sorry", he said apologetically.
"What do you mean you can't change fully? I don't care, I want to go back to my old life and because you were the one to take it from me, you are the one to give it back", Malia said, frustrated. He couldn't be serious, he was the true alpha for god's sake. He was the one everyone talked about, surely he knew how to turn her back.
"I can teach you control, Malia. I can teach you to control the shift. But I can't give you your old life back—", Malia didn't listen to the rest.
Never going back. Never being a coyote.
The woods, her home.
She sat down on his bed, feeling weak. The only thing that kept her up all these night were the thought of finally going back, but now? What would she do? Become human? Go to school? No way. She couldn't possibly catch up, and she was not going back to fourth grade and learning it all again.
She felt a hand on her shoulder, Scott sat down next to her, as if he could comfort her. Everything was ruined. She felt her eyes burn, becoming wet.
Oh god, she forbid herself to cry.
But how could she not? How would she live with her father now, knowing she was the reason his whole family was dead? And how would she be able to live with herself?
"I need to go", Malia said, standing up and walking to the window. Scott stood up.
"Wait—", he said, but it was to late. The coyote had already jumped out the window.
