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AN – Hello everyone! I'm back once again. In this chapter, the story is going back to Malia and like Kira, her story doesn't change very much. I am adding a few details and some small changes, but like Kira, the scenes that I'm not changing will not be featured in the story. Don't worry, I'll do my best to make sure you can all follow what's happening. Hope you like this chapter!
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Despite the fact that it was Monday morning and she should be in school, Malia wasn't there at all. She was at the animal clinic, searching through all of Deaton's files for anything about her mother. When Braeden arrived at her house after she called her for help in hunting her mother, the Desert Wolf, she told her about how she heard that the assassin was making her way to Beacon Hills with a hostage, who was none other than Deaton.
Since Deaton had been the emissary to Talia Hale's pack, her biological aunt, Malia knew that Deaton would have to have some sort of record or something like that of her mother. He just had too. And that was why the werecoyote was skipping school to search the clinic for any sign or clue that might be hidden away about who her mother was and where she might be. She was so focused on her task though, that she didn't hear someone else entering the building and coming into the room.
"Hello Malia." The werecoyote froze when she heard the greeting, easily recognizing the voice. She took a small breath, not only to confirm that it was Theo but also to make sure there wasn't anyone else around. When she didn't catch anyone else's scent, she turned around to see the chimera standing behind her with a small smile. Anger filled her entire body and she charged him, pushing him against the wall and putting her arm against his neck hard as she tried to think of how she wanted to kill him, wanting vengeance for everything he had done to her friends.
"Whoa, you're angry." Theo stated, but he didn't seem scared or intimated at all. In fact, he actually looked like he was enjoying the anger on her face and her arm against his neck.
"You really surprised by that?" Malia questioned, pushing her arm harder against the chimera's neck but not hard enough to suffocate him.
"I think you might wanna calm down, if you want me to help you that is." Theo responded, the smile still on his face.
"After everything you've done to me and my friends, you really think I'm going to trust you?" Malia couldn't believe what she was hearing. She still wasn't sure about the exact details of what all happened, but she knew that Theo was trying to break up her pack, was a chimera, and was working with the Dread Doctors. And yet, here he was acting like he was still better than everyone. It made Malia want to claw his lips off so he couldn't smile that stupid, cocky grin.
"I think that you're after your mother. And since you aren't planning on a happy reunion, you aren't going to be getting any help from Scott or the rest of your pack. That means you're going through this all alone. I can help you." Theo answered, dropping the cocky expression and smile, instead looking like he was dead serious. Slowly, Malia pulled her arm away. Though she didn't trust Theo at all, if he actually could help her on her solo mission, then might not hurt to use him to her advantage.
"Why do you want to help me?" Malia wondered, not exactly sure why Theo, if he had his own pack and his own plans, he would bother helping her.
"I can't just help someone who needs it?" When Malia gave him a pointed look, he said, "Okay fine. Your mother has something that I want. I'll help you find her and take her down in exchange for what I need."
"And what is it she has that you want?" The werecoyote inquired, knowing that if her mother had something that Theo wanted badly enough to risk coming to her even though he had to know that she knew what he had done and would attack him, it had to be something very important.
"It's nothing that you need to know." Theo replied, then held out his hand, asking, "Do we have a deal?"
"Fine." Malia said after a brief moment of hesitation, though she didn't shake his hand. Already she was feeling like she was going to regret this, but she ignored it and asked, "How are we going to find her?"
"With something in the Dread Doctors' lair." Theo answered with a grin, holding up a syringe.
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With only one more class left in his school day, Liam was eager to get to the class only so he could get it done and over with so he could go home. He quickly made his way to his locker, opened it and reached for his books, putting everything in his school bag so he could just leave at the end of the class instead of making another trip to his locker.
"Liam!" The sophomore instinctively turned around once he heard his name being called and was surprised to see that it was Malia who was calling him and was also walking over to him with a determined look on her face that slightly scared the werewolf.
"Malia. Hey, what's up?" Liam questioned, sliding his school bag over his shoulder so he could head straight to class once he was done talking to the senior.
"I need you tell Scott something." Malia got right to the point, just like she always did. Liam immediately felt nervous at the thought of talking to the Alpha, since he still hadn't spoken to him since that day at the police station. As far as he was aware of, Scott was still getting Kira from Mexico.
"Um, we're kinda not talking really right now." Liam replied. Seeing the slightly confused look in Malia's eyes, the young werewolf quickly realized that she didn't know what he had tried to do to their Alpha on the night of the supermoon.
"Well, start talking, and tell him he was right about the sewer tunnels. There's an amphitheater down there. That's where the Dread Doctors have been staying." Malia told him with a somewhat urgent tone.
"Wait, how do you know this?" Liam wondered, completely confused by what the werecoyote was saying, and why.
"It doesn't matter. Just tell Scott he was right." Malia ignored his question, going back to telling him what to do. Before Liam could again ask her how she found the Dread Doctors' lair, she turned around and walked briskly away.
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Malia waited until the sun had set and night had fallen before she and Theo drove to the abandoned factory where she saw her mother holding Deaton hostage with the weird, painful, goggles Theo had put on her in the Dread Doctors lair. She texted Braeden the address and told her when to be there, but the former US Marshal demanded to know how she knew where the Desert Wolf was. Malia then revealed to her Theo's involvement and explained how she wanted to ambush her mother. Somehow, Braeden had been made aware of who Theo was and what he had done because she immediately rejected her plan, but the werecoyote simply told her that she was going with or without her. Reluctantly, Braeden then agreed to come and help.
"Here we are." Theo stated as he and Malia climbed out of his car while Braeden got off her motorcycle. As soon as the teenagers reached the mercenary's side, she turned to face the werecoyote.
"Are you sure about this Malia?" Braeden couldn't help but ask again. She had been asking her that ever since she learned of teenager's plan, especially when Malia revealed Theo's part in it.
"I have to do this Braeden." The young woman insisted. Braeden didn't look happy about it, but she relented, knowing that Malia was going to go through with this if she was here or not. And she decided it would be better if she was there backing the werecoyote for if and when this plan went sideways.
"Okay, let's go." Braeden said. Holding her shotgun tightly in both of her hands, she nodded at Malia, silently telling her to lead the way. Malia quickly got the message and started walking towards the old, abandoned factory with all of her senses on high alert. Braeden and Theo followed right behind her.
The three did their best to enter the building quietly, and somewhat sneakily, but Malia was on a mission and she didn't have the patience to go slow and quiet. The place was dusty, and moldy, and completely empty. The only thing that she could see where large wooden pillars spread evenly across the main floor.
"Wait, something's wrong." Malia suddenly stopped. She had no idea what was wrong, but there was something in her stomach, something in her gut telling her that something was off, something was going on that wasn't good. She took a slow and careful step to the side to see that there was a person sitting on a chair all the way on the other side of the room, tied to it, and was gagged. It's only took a few seconds for Malia to realize who it was.
"Deaton." The werecoyote whispered the vet's name and started walking in his direction when suddenly, a figure appeared from behind the captive and put a gun against his temple. With her were-eyes, Malia easily saw that the person was a woman, probably somewhere in her late 30's to early 40's with either really dark brown hair, or black hair. The teenager immediately knew who it was.
"Hello Malia." The assassin said to her daughter, whose eyes instantly turned blue as a low growl sounded in her in throat.
"And it's Braeden, right? Haven't seen you around lately. Figured you'd finally gotten the hint that you would never get me." The Desert Wolf turned her attention to the bounty hunter beside Malia.
"I've found you now, haven't I?" Braeden replied, keeping her gun pointed at the woman she had been hunting for years.
"True, but that doesn't mean you have the upper hand." It was then that the Desert Wolf turn to Theo, and with her free hand, she pulled something out of her pocket and said, "This was what you wanted, right Theo?"
"Yup." Theo confirmed, and easily caught the object as she threw it to him. Once he had what he wanted, he turned to face Malia who was giving him a look that was a mix of fury and betrayal. With a half-smirk, he apologized, "Sorry Malia, but I have my own plans."
"You little," Malia never got finish the sentence she was in the middle of saying as she started to move to attack the chimera, because gunshots started to ring out, making her and Braeden run for cover while Theo ran out of the building and away from the fight.
The shooting didn't last very long. The Desert Wolf stopped firing once Braeden and Malia were hidden behind the large pillars in the building, knowing that she would have to save her bullets. However, when Malia felt slightly safer, she noticed a sudden, burning pain in her shoulder. She looked down and saw that she had been hit by one of the bullets.
"What's the phrase parents teach their kids again? 'If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all'? Is that it?" The Desert Wolf wondered out loud as she stalked away from Deaton and towards the place where she had seen Braeden and Malia duck for cover.
"You're not my parent. You tried to kill me." Malia knew she should stay quiet, that it would help her stay hidden for longer, but that fact that this woman who had tried to kill her when she was only nine years old was now pretending to act like her mother made the teenager's blood boil.
"You took something from me. I was just trying to take back what's mine." The Desert Wolf replied, coming closer to Malia's location, "I wasn't successful at first, but now I will be."
Suddenly, the assassin was right in front of Malia and was pointing her handgun right at her forehead. Before she could pull the trigger though, more shots rang out, this time though, from Braeden, who had snuck up behind the Desert Wolf. Malia again got out of the way while her biological mother turned around and hit Braeden on the head with the butt of her gun. The mercenary fell to the ground unconscious and the Desert Wolf rushed after Malia, firing her own gun again.
The teenager again started running to get out of the line of fire, knowing that the assassin was an expert shot and would shoot her before she could attack her if she went straight at the older woman. If she was going to get to her mother, it would have be with a sneak attack.
But Malia didn't manage to get out of the way in time. That was made very clear to the young werecoyote when she felt another sharp pain right above her right hip as a bullet tore through her body, causing her to fall to the ground. By the time Malia managed to turn to get ready to get back up, the Desert Wolf was standing in front of her, again pointing the gun right at her head and Malia knew that there was no way she was fast enough to escape the bullet her mother was about to fire.
"Get away from her!" A loud, cold, threatening voice yelled. Malia felt her heartbeat faster, but not because of any fear. But because she recognized that voice, and knew that the Desert Wolf was in trouble.
Her biological mother turned her head to look to the side, as did Malia, just in time to see a figure jump from the second floor and land gracefully on the main floor which they were on. Malia smiled when she saw that she was indeed right about who it was. Derek Hale, and he looked extremely ticked off at the woman who was currently pointing a gun right at her.
What surprised both of the werecoyotes even more though was the sound of someone approaching on the other side. When they both looked over, they saw a young woman, probably a teenager around Malia's age with long brown hair and yellow glowing eyes. Even though Malia had never seen her before, the young woman looked about as happy as Derek did with what was happening right now.
Suddenly, a shot rang out, causing the Desert Wolf to duck and take a few steps backwards. Derek and the young woman then charged the assassin while Malia lowered her head for cover as more shots started ringing out. When the high school senior looked, she found that it was Braeden, who had now regained consciousness and was shooting at the woman she had spent years hunting down.
Malia tuned out what was happening after that. The bullets were still lodged in her left shoulder and above her right hip, causing spikes of pain to run through her entire body with every move she made. So, with her claws, she clenched her teeth tightly and pulled them out as Braeden, Derek, and the mystery girl took care of dealing with her mother.
Once the bullets were out of her body, Malia pushed herself up to her feet and she walked painfully over to Deaton, who was still sitting tied to the chair, gagged. He looked very worried, but it seemed to go away when he saw that she was walking. Malia used her claws to cut through the ropes holding his arms down, and once he was free, he pulled off the cloth gag while she bent down and freed his legs. When she stood back up, she saw the mystery girl coming over to them.
"You okay?" The girl with long brown hair asked as she walked over to the werecoyote, looking mildly concerned though she also had a somewhat irritated look in her brown eyes.
"Yeah." Malia replied before asking, "Who are you?"
"I'm Cora, Cora Hale. I'm Derek's younger sister, and your cousin I guess." The girl, Cora, answered. Malia's eyebrows shot up a little hearing that. Though she hadn't known Derek for very long, he had never mentioned he had a sister at all.
"Nice to meet you. Thanks for the help." Malia told her, offering her hand to her cousin. Cora looked at it, and after a moment of hesitation, took it and gave it a firm shake.
"Nice to meet you too, and you're welcome." Cora responded, quickly letting go of Malia's hand as Derek came over to the two of them. He looked them over, then placed his hand on Cora's shoulder as he faced their cousin.
"You alright Malia?" He wondered, again looking her over, specifically at her left shoulder and the right side of her waist where she had been shot.
"I'm fine, thanks to you guys. What are you doing here?" Malia replied, still somewhat surprised that they were even there. She hadn't heard anything from or about Derek since he left with Braeden when they were all in Mexico.
"Well, I was with Braeden when you called her, and Scott also called me and told me what was going on. Figured you could all use a hand." Derek answered.
"Yeah." Understatement, Malia thought to herself, then looked over at the vet who was still getting up off the chair and asked, "You okay Deaton?"
"I'm fine. Thanks for rescuing me." Deaton replied with a small, grateful smile as he pulled the remaining ropes off his wrists.
"No problem." Malia said, giving him a very small grin. She then looked back to Derek and asked, "Did you guys get her?"
Malia felt her heart drop a little when Derek shook his head and said, "No, she got away. We will though. I promise."
"We better get out of here, just in case someone heard the fighting and gunshots." Braeden told them, picking up one of her guns off the ground. Nobody needed to be told that twice, nor did anyone want to hang around. So, without another word, the two humans, two werewolves, and the werecoyote walked out of the abandoned factory to get back into town and to safety.
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About an hour later, Malia finished cleaning herself off in the animal clinic. She wasn't hurt that badly and healed rather quickly, but she would need to toss out her shirt when she got home. She might've been able to get the blood stains out, but there wasn't anything she could do about the holes.
Deaton, Braeden, Derek, and Cora weren't hurt that much either. Her mother hadn't hurt Deaton and since Derek and Cora took her by surprise, the Desert Wolf didn't get close enough, nor did she get the time to fire her gun at them, at least, not well enough to actually hit them. And besides a small cut on her head from being hit by her mother's gun, Braeden was also fine. After they left the factory, they went straight to the animal clinic to get cleaned up, and it was then Derek called Scott to let him know what happened.
The werecoyote wasn't sure how she felt about her Alpha knowing what she had been trying to do. While Malia had no doubt in her mind that Scott would be happy that she, and the other three with her managed to save Deaton, who was a father figure to him, she had no idea how he was going to react to the knowledge that she was planning on killing her mother.
If there was one thing everyone in the pack knew about their leader, is that he was against killing people, always insisting there was also another way. Granted, he didn't know about how her mother, Corrine, Deaton said her name was, tried to kill her when she was a child and caused the car crash which caused her to shift and inadvertently kill her adoptive mother and little sister. And considering she just tried to kill her again, Scott might be more understanding about her decision, but she didn't know for sure. When Malia heard the familiar sound of Scott's bike though, she knew she was about to find out.
"Malia, are you okay?" Scott asked the minute he opened the door to the vet clinic, having seen that Malia was in the waiting room through the window. Stiles, Lydia, and Kira were right behind him and all looked just as concerned as he did.
"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks to Derek and Cora, and Braeden." Malia answered, turning to face him as he came over to stand in front of her, his eyes scanning her for injuries. Though he found some blood on her clothes, he could see that whatever injuries she had, had already healed.
Satisfied that she was indeed okay, Scott looked her straight in the eye and with a quiet but serious voice, he asked, "Did you do whatever you needed to do?"
"Not exactly, but I did do something else. I found someone who has been missing for a while." Malia replied. Scott was about to ask her what she was talking about when he heard someone coming out of the exam room, and was hit by a familiar scent. He looked over to see the person who had left Beacon Hills months ago with his own eyes.
"Hello Scott." Deaton said with a smile. Scott gave him a relieved smile back and walked over to him. Once he was close enough, the vet wrapped his arms around the teenager and pulled him into a tight embrace, which the werewolf was quick to return.
Malia, Kira, Lydia, and Stiles watched the reunion between Scott and his surrogate father with smiles before the banshee walked over to the werecoyote, putting her hand on the brunette's shoulder to get her attention.
"So, does this mean you're back with us?" Lydia wondered with a soft voice once Malia had turned to face her.
"Yeah, I think so. For now, at least." Malia responded with a short nod.
While she did indeed want to be with her friends, with her pack, she still had to deal with her mother and if tonight was any indication, it would only end with either her own death, or her mother's. And if she did kill her mother, odds were that Scott wouldn't want her to be in the pack anymore. But, until they dealt with that, Malia had no problem helping the pack deal with Theo and the Dread Doctors. After all, this was her town, and these were friends too, and she would do everything she could to protect them.