Whew, been a while eh? Hopefully you forgive me :)

"Stiles!" Elle screamed jumping forward in her seat trying to pull him back in. Just then another voice came from behind all of them.

"Stiles!" Scott called, his eyes flashing red, as the coyotes flashed an electric blue. Allison held her bow at the ready all the same, as the coyote morphed into a human girl. Malia Tate, she had aged since she had turned but Stiles remembered the photo from years ago.

"Malia?" he asked frozen with confusion.

Malia froze, tilting her head slightly sideways and frowning.

"Malia" it's alright we are here to help, Scott said in his calming voice, nobody else even dared to take a breath for fear that she would run again. They had been looking for her for a while and time was running out. Apparently while taking care of me and getting rid of Max they had been looking for her. Her father had nearly shot her twice already and to see Malia as a human must have made them all a little less worried.

Time ticked by at a snail's pace until Scott, and the rest of the pack finally coaxed Malia into Derek's fancy car and sent her to Deaton's while everyone waited nearby. I sat next to Derek squirming as Isaac looked up from the dingy linoleum floor at me then over to Derek then back to me smirking. I squirmed more in my chair, the blue plastic squeaking more and more the more I moved.

*Ahem* Derek cleared his throat next to me, I could practically feel his eyes boring into me.

"I think I need some air" I mumbled quietly as I rushed out the door into the bright sun.

"Whats wrong?"

I turned around surprised to see that it was Stiles that had come out behind me, I didn't even think he knew I was still at Deaton's, he seemed to be so focused on Malia.

"Nothing..." I lied

"Elle" He said trying to look serious, but just ended up looking like a small child

"Ugh, just. I'm angry. I know Malia, I know her face but older. I knew her mother. Or I think I did, my brain is all fuzzy and messed up." I said, my voice slowly rising as I spoke, my anger was slowly rising as well.

"Hey, we aren't the bad guys here" Stiles said taking a step towards me, hands out, almost ina surrender

"I know just, I'm leaving" I said as I ran away from another person I cared about

"ELLE!" I could hear footsteps behind me but knew he wouldn't catch me, I just had to get far enough away that I wouldn't hurt anyone else.

Back at the clinic Stiles didn't go in right away, slowly panicking outside until Derek couldn't handle listening to his heartbeat and erratic breathing anymore.

"What is it?" Derek asked as he flung the door open, almost growling, Stiles let out a scared squeal.

"What? Who? Nothing?" Stiles tried to cover up his fear of the werewolf as he stumbled slightly while trying to lean on his trusty blue jeep.

"Stiles..." Derek spoke sternly knowing the teen would answer in a minute

"SheRanAwayandIdontknowwhattodoorhowtogetherback" Stiles stumbled out his words tripping over each other as he raced to get them out

"STILES!" Derek pounced and grabbed him by the shirt collar

"Sorry" Stiles mumbled "She's different" he said even quieter, Derek looked into his eyes for a minute, being the older and more serious alpha he used to be, "I know" he replied as he ran to his car, now Isaac right behind him out of nowhere.

"Where is she..." Derek growled as his eyes scanned the road and as Isaac sat with his eyes closed trying to smell for her scent.

"She's close" Isaac replied frowning, just as Isaac got the words out of his mouth Derek was slamming on the breaks, his tires squealing with the effort to stop before hitting their target, Elle.

"Sorry" I whimpered, I knew I looked like hell and I had only been gone 30 minutes, running through the woods would do that to a girl. That, and falling on your face, and scraping your hands and knees. Realization hit as I locked eyes with Derek, I had fallen as soon as I was out of sight of Stiles so that was at least 20 minutes ago and I hadn't healed. The full moon was only a week away, what am I.

"Derek" I said as him and Isaac looked me over in the middle of the sideroad they found me on.

"Yes" he asked no longer meeting my eyes and seemingly very focused on the gouge I now had in my elbow.

"It's not healing I'm not healing" I said, making Isaac stop wrapping my other arm and give Derek a look, I knew he had been thinking the same thing and wanted answers too. Isaac felt like a brother to me, I knew he cared, but I didn't want anyone else to get hurt, but at the same time I was too afraid to be alone. Derek's face got very serious and his mouth aow a straight line.

"Derek!"

"I know, I just don't know" he replied seriously before the three of us silently headed to his car and back to his apartment.

"Stiles" I half cried, half yelled as I clutched the knit blanket I now claimed as my own. Derek showed up not two seconds later, holding my head, saying something. Focusing was harder and harder. Instead of being a normal rational person I got mad at him.

"I don't need your help, go away!" I screamed as I ran for the door in only an oversized t-shirt and old workout shorts. Usually in the daytime it was pretty warm but even Beacon Hills could be cold at night. I didn't make it though as Derek stood in front of me, his eyes flashing before I growled back. Surprised Derek froze, a pained look flashed over his features as I ran out the door. The anger inside me building with every step I took. I needed to find Malia, I needed at least one thing to make sense in my life. Running down the street again, tears rolled like rivers down my face as my vision blurred. I still couldn't stop, I remembered the way to Deatons, if I was a praying person I'd pray that she was still there.

Hope you liked the update...maybe I'll add more? not sure guys.