"Hey, Malia. I didn't know you were coming", Melissa smiled. Scott was picking up Kira, and left Malia alone. She was sitting on the couch as she was approached by the woman she know so very little about. But Malia could sense she was trustworthy, she had that glow. She didn't know how to describe it, just a glow of warmth.

"Oh, I'm just crashing here. My dad is leaving town and I—",

"You didn't want to sleep alone, I totally get it", Melissa said and sat down beside her. "But why aren't you with Stiles? I mean, it seems more logical to sleep with your boyfriend that his fri—", Melissa stopped talking when she saw Malia's face. Malia didn't really make much of an expression thought, in some way Melissa figured it out anyways. She read minds, Malia figured.

"Oh, you guys broke up? Shot, that's a bummer", Melissa stood up and walked to the kitchen. "You know, I was really rooting for you guys", she said. Malia rolled her eyes a bit. "Yeah, I kind of noticed that", she quietly said. She remembered their first fight, even better, she remembered the make up afterwards. And that, all thanks to Melissa. Melissa came back with something in her hands. She sat down beside Malia, and she could see that it was ben'n'jerrys ice-cream. She gave Malia the tub, and a spoon.

"Stiles really needs someone like you in his life, I think. You guys seemed so.. well, happy, but it's not the word I'm searching for, it's.. More of an, alive at last-kind of feel. You brought out something in that boy. Trust me, I've known him for years", Melissa said and started the TV. "Oh well, I need a shower, and then I'll cook some dinner. Where's Scott?", Melissa asked. Malia thought it was quite funny how Melissa wasn't really bothered someone she didn't really know was in the house. She just accepted it, moved on. Asked a question or two.

"He went to get Kira", Malia replied and took a scoop of the ice-cream, which she noticed had brownie-bits in it. It tasted good. Almost so good she didn't notice her phone ringing. She put down the tub and spoon on the table next to her and picked it up, answering without really looking at the screen.

"Is she picking up? Is she answering, Lydia?", Malia heard Stiles in the background. His voice made her heart skip a beat, thought she concealed it well. "Hello?", she said. "Oh, hey. It's me, Lydia. Remember the other day, when you and I was talking about money? Your money to be more exact?"

"Yeah, sure", Malia replied. "Oh, well. I think we found some. But surprise, surprise, it's not here. Peter put it somewhere else, to be more exact.. He actually saved the money in a bank in Brazil", Lydia said. "He did? Brazil?"

"Yeah.. Well, we called the bank. They can get you the money, and god, it's more than I thought. But they need you there in person, they need to confirm that you are in fact Malia Hale", Lydia said. "Well, I don't want the money. There's to much blood on it, and I'm not Malia Hale. I'm Malia Tate"

"Are sure, we are talking big money? I'm not even kidding, this is more than college. This is a lifetime of money", Lydia said. "No, I don't want it. I'm sorry, bu thanks anyways", She hung up. Malia didn't really regret turning down the money so fast, it made her feel in control of herself. She couldn't just take the money because she could, she wanted her own money. Wanted to earn it herself, not a quick fix her phsyco biological dad left behind.

Suddenly the door opened. Malia stood up, saw Kira who instantly smiled when seeing her.

"Hey, Mal. I heard about what happened at school. You should've told me", Kira said and sat down on the same spot Melissa earlier claimed. She took the ice-cream from the table. "Brownie. Just what I needed" She said and took a spoonful.

Scott sat down next to Kira. "Well, I guess we'll be waiting for Deaton's call. I explained what happened to Kira. It's surely something with the dread doctors, we just don't know what yet.. I don't think it's only Malia they're going after.. I've been.. dreaming bad dreams. Dreams of weird things", Scott said, looking as if he could see the dream in front of him, playing like a movie.

"Yeah, me too. I killed you, Scott", Kira said. It looked quiet funny, since she had chocolate ice cream around her face when she said it. Scott wiped some of it of with his thumb and ate it. "You did?" He said. "Yeah, or, well.. I don't know." Kira said and took another spoonful. She seemed embarrassed about it, but not as bothered as Malia would've guessed she would have been. Kira seemed like an emotional person.

"You have those dreams often?" She asked. "Yeah, Twice a month, something like that. Ever since the whole Kitsune thing, but it's nothing, really", Kira said and put down the tub.

The three were watching horror movies when Scott's phone buzzed. He instantly picked it up.

"We need to go, Deaton texted. He says it's urgent", Malia stood up, so did Kira. They took Melissa's car and drove in about six minutes tops. Deaton was sitting, considerably concerned. When they came in, he immediately gave Malia a chair, and put on glows. "Wait, what?", she asked. "I need to take some tests on you, I.. The results. They were wrong, outrageous. Bizarre. I need to make sure it was just a false alarm", Malia looked att Scott and Kira, who both looked confused. But Malia decided to sit down anyways.

"What did they say Deaton?", Scott asked. "It doesn't matter, Scott. They were incorrect", Deaton said, thought it sounded like he was trying to convince himself of it. "Please, tell us. At least tell Malia, she deserves to know", Kira said. Deaton grabbed Malia's arm, and prepared a needle. Malia wasn't afraid of needles, of course, she had bad memories with them (ever since eichen house).

"Well, the tests indeed showed poisoning. Grave. Wolfsbane and god know's what else, Malia would've been long dead if that was the actual results. But there was something else, the body wasn't just fighting poisoning.. It fought something entirely different. I think the wolfsbane was just a cover up.. I think her body was trying to fight it from itself", Malia took a deep breath when the needle pierced her skin.

"From itself? Why?", Scott asked. "Her genetics, her dna. The cells of her body, they're changing. It would suggest she's evolving..", Deaton said and took the needle, now filled with her blood. "Evolving how?", Kira asked.

"Well.. That's the thing. She has had some sort of mutation-injection, the kind you would use on a cow, those modified to have 50 precent more muscle, for example. Her body seems very eager to fight it off, it has nearly taken out.. I'm more and more sure that this has something to do with the dread doctors, and if it is, then this is only going to get worse. Malia is in constant danger, they come back and see that her body has fought of the injections-"

"They would kill her", Scott finished.

"Would they, thought? It would be proof she could stand it. It would be proof of how strong she is, wouldn't they be tempted to do something else? They only kill the ones that are dying, the ones that are weak. She shows the opposite, she's killing the injection, the injection isn't killing her", Kira suddenly said.

"I agree with Kira, but both scenarios are extremely dangerous. Either they are going to try and kill her, or, they are going to make her their own weapon", Malia didn't really say anything. Everything just seemed unreal.

She took a deep breath, raised from the chair.

"I need to take a few, alone", She said, and went out. She heard Scott stopping Kira from coming with. She opened the door, and as the cold met her, so did a familiar smell.

"How did you know I was here?", She asked. "I followed Scott. I saw you at school the other day", Theo replied, and walked out of the shadows. He had that smirk on his face, the smirk she used to think was quite good-looking, but now just made her irritated.

"What are you doing here?", She asked. Wasn't in the mood for small-talk with Theo. Actually, she never was.

"I'm just looking out for you, you know, since Stiles obviously doesn't", He said. Malia looked away.

"I don't want you here"

"I didn't mean to offend you, Malia. I want to help. You're in pain, I can smell it. Anxiety, fear. I smelt it on you when you were with him, you know. Always afraid of hurting him", Theo said. "Shut up", Malia mumbled.

Theo took a few confident steps towards her. "I can help. You're not going to hurt me, Malia", He said.

"I'm not stupid, Theo. So quit the act. I know you have something to do with Donovan. And there's something else to, Theo. I smelt it on you the other day. Guilt, not for Donovan thought. Something much deeper, closer to you. You're lying to everyone. But I'm not being it, not anymore", Malia said.

"You don't have to. But you need help, and that's a fact. What's happening, it's only gonna get worse, trust me. The nightmares of killing people, they will become worse. And eventually, they won't be dreams anymore", Malia wanted to ask how he knew all that, but she knew he wasn't about to tell her.

"I need help, but not yours. Do yourself a favor, leave me alone. I'll make you regret it if you don't", she said, as she turned around and walked in again. She couldn't lie, it felt good to tell him.

But now she was scared. What if it was true? Maybe the dreams would become reality? What would she do then?

And if things got worse, then she needed a plan. She needed a quick fix.

And suddenly, it all made sense.