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Stile's pov
Its been three days since Lydia went to speak to Peter. We haven't told Malia, but we all know we should. And today is the girly day to get the DNA so we can send it off to be tested.
"You know what your doing?" I ask Lydia as she applies her makeup. I could get used to this. Watching her every morning getting ready, doing her makeup, sighing when her hair doesn't go right, showering together, waking up at three in the morning and then spending an hour talking.
God i want that life with her so much. But one thought that i've been thinking a lot lately is kids. If we will ever have them. Lydia will make a brilliant mother, she really will. But its her choice whether that will be our future.
But we're only young, only 21 years old. So theres really no need to worry. I dismiss the thought and pay attention to Lydia.
"Yes," She says smiling at me, she places her mascara back into her make up bag and blinks her eyes rapidly in the mirror, "I'm kind of nervous," she admits, walking over towards me to pick her coat up off of the bed, "It could go awfully wrong"
"And if it does you can blame it on me, it was my idea" I tell her playfully, i hold onto her hand as she walks past to stop her.
"I'm sure that will go down well." She smiles as she leans over me, her strawberry blonde locks tickling my face.
"I know it will," I say, i hold onto both of her hands and lean back slightly, "Then we'll all be friends after"
"All of us?" She continues, "I'm pretty sure she would be pissed at you". She hovers over me, the blood rushing to her head a bit because of the colour in her cheeks. I lean back and put my feet on her stomach, she leans onto it and i fall all the way down onto my back so all thats holding her up is me, well my feet. I feel her hip bones rest against my feet and she grips my hands tighly, probably scared she'll fall, even though she'll land on the bed. Shes laughing and its like everything around me goes quiet. Because i'm looking at the girl i love laugh and be all childish with me.
"I'm gonna fall," She laughs as i turn my legs to the right and let her flop down gently next to me.
"And you're gonna be late" I say, she turns to look at me and laughs, then she presses her soft lips against mine. She deepens the kiss and turns fully so she ends up on top of me. I hold her by the ribs to steady her so she doesn't fall. After a few minutes of kissing and saying stupid things against each others lips, she gets up, and i'm left feeling dazed.
"good luck!" I tell her as she re applies her lipstick, she turns, picking her bag up and smiles.
"Wish it, don't say it" She says, chucking me her lipstick, which i catch, to put in her make up bag. Then shes gone. I get up and shake off my love struck feeling and find Scott. When he went to speak to Deaton about the desert wolf he said that Deaton took off. He said it was something to do with research, but he came back early hours this morning, so we're going to see him. I can't help but feel that what 'research' he done is positive.r
When i do find Scott he's already ready to leave with Issac beside him. Issac definitely doesn't want to be the one to tell Malia.
"So what was his research on exactly?" I ask Scott as we drive to the animal clinic.
"I asked him if he knew anything about the desert wolf and when he heard the name i heard is heart beat speed up, which means he knows something, but he just said, 'I need to go out of town for a few days, heres the keys, and stay safe' and that was it, but he got the hell out of there, I couldn't even stop him" Scott explains to us.
"I mean, there is a chance this could be good right? How bad can this 'desert wolf' really be?" Issac says, rolling his eyes trying to act like he doesn't care, when he does, because he cares for Malia. Even if he won't admit it.
"The tiniest slither, like i'm talking tic-tac tiny" I tell him, soon pulling into the empty car park behind the clinic. We all share a glance before we go in, as if telling each other with our eyes that whatever it is, there has to be a solution.
As we walk in the bells signal, seeming louder than usual, but maybe thats because I haven't been in here in a while.
"Doc?" Scott calls out, Deaton appears from behind the wall looking, exhausted and he doesn't make any attempt to conceal his concern.
"Come in" Deaton says and we follow him through the back and we stand around the metal surgery table. Deatons bag sits on the table opened but stuffed with clothes and supernatural remedies.
"So what did you find out?" Scott asks.
Deaton grimaces and looks at us all carefully, "I know who the desert wolf is, i knew her a long time ago when i was Talia Hales emissary"
"Did you know Malias parents were Peter and possibly the desert wolf?" I ask him.
"The desert wolf isn't possibly her mother, she is her mother" Deaton tells us, i feel sick. The girl is adopted, and now, she has to find out that her parents are sociopaths.
"How did you know?" Issac asks.
"Like i said i knew the desert wolf, her name is Corinne, she was a good friend of Talias, when she was pregnant with Malia, she didn't want it, that was apparent, we all knew it was going to be adopted," Deaton explains.
"Why didn't she want it? Was it because of Peter?" I ask him.
"No," he states, he then shudders as if remembering why she didn't want her made him sick, "It was because she would take her power, well some of it, its what happens when coyotes are born"
"So she wanted her dead?" Issac asks, he looks pale and his eyes are wide.
"Yes, she wanted to kill her," Deaton deadpans, "But i think i might know why Malia spun out of control that night"
"Why?" Issac asks, we all exchange a glance, bracing ourselves for what is to come.
"The desert wolf was there, she told me, she thinks she can trust me, she had fired two gunshots to try to kill Malia, she didn't want to harm her adoptive family," Deaton tells us, "But obviously she missed, what i can take from it was that the fear or anger Malia felt when the car was shot caused the full moon to kick in, so she killed her family"
"Why did corinne leave?" I ask.
"Because she wanted to gather up her power, so that she could kill Malia" Deaton tells us, his worry is obvious in his expression when he tells us that. He probably knows how much damage she can do then.
"Does she still want to kill Malia?" Scott asks.
"yes, and i dont think she'll stop until shes dead"
"Fuck" Issac says under his breath.
"so how do we stop her?" I ask him feeling very tired and bored at the supernatural.
"I'm not sure we can" Deaton says grimacing again. I sigh and rub my face with my hand, willing the sudden tiredness to go away. Then i spot something in Deatons bag, its blue and it has a glow to it. They look a lot like talons, but they're more sharper than that, claws. Its a set of claws.
"Whats that?" I ask, pointing to the jar the claws lie in, Deaton follows my gaze to his bag and he moves it quickly out of sight.
"Nothing," He tells me, he exchanges a look with Scott, as if Scott and Deaton know something more.
"Do you know when she'll come after her?" Issac asks, distracting me from my thought on the blue claws.
Deaton gives us a look of knowing, one that reads unfortune, "I think shes on her way".
"We didn't even have to go through all that efort, she probably thinks we're looneys!" Lydia exclaims once we've finsined telling her everything Deaton said.
"At least you got it" Issac says, trying to reason with them, but now we know that the desert wolf is actually her mum, so there really is no use to the swab of DNA they got.
"You're right Issac," Lydia nods sarcastically, "Its fucking brilliant that we have a swab of Malias DNA for no reason"
Issac smirks at Lydia then looks at me, "Shes rubbed off on your sarcasm"
"What can i say?" I shrug smiling.
"guys we need to find a way to kill the desrt wolf, we can't let her hurt Malia" Kira retorts looking worried. Scott breathes in deeply causing everyone to turn to look at him.
"What?" He says as he returns our stares.
"Do you know something?" I ask him.
Scott looks at me long and hard, then shakes his head and lets out a breath, "Those claws you saw, me and Deaton are trying to think of a plan"
"We can help" Kira suggests.
"No, its okay, really, just give us a few days"
"A few days? Scott! The desert wolf could be here by then!" Lydia states.
"I know, but just trust me, for now, we need to worry about who and how we'll tell Malia" Scott says his gaze falling on Issac but then quickly shifting it around as if he made a mistake.
"I'm not doing it" Issac says, putting his hands up in surrender.
"We'll all do it, tomorrow, we'll invite her around, that way if shes mad, shes mad at all of us" Scott says putting a hand on the table.
"But one of us in paticular has to say it" Lydia points out.
"Yeah i know," he breathes in, "I'll do it"
No one protests or complains, we all just nod.
"Right, who wants some lasagne?" I ask, clasping my hands together to try to lighten the mood.
"Sure" Lydia says smiling, i'm guessing shes thing to help with the mood too.
"tomorrow should be fun" She murmurs to me as we go to get the pots and pans out.