Prologue
Theo stood, frozen in place, as his eyes slid from the Doctors to Malia.
"Chose, Theo," Malia snarled. "You can't hide and play both sides anymore. Chose." Her coyote blue eyes were shining.
Stiles's words resounded in his head. Maybe the eyes only change if you feel guilty.
"Theo." Her voice pulled his eyes to her and the sight of her, standing with her friends, her clothes torn, her eyes searching and angry, pulled at the heart that he hadn't known he had. "I know you're better than this."
Behind her, Stiles's eyes plainly said I knew you weren't and he was leaning on Scott from the bleeding wound on his leg. Scott was watching him with anger and hurt. Kira and Lydia were standing by Malia, giving him twin glares that clearly said that if he made a move for Malia they'd be on him.
I know you're better than this.
Am I?
He stared at her and thought back.