Her eyes go up in flames, reflecting the flickering embers of the fire. And a shadowy aura seems to weep black around her like a blanket of ash as she saunters towards them with a sensual sway of her hips./Those eyes never leave his and the flames that lived in them before erupt in a vision of Hell./She's an Alpha, too. An AU Stiles and Malia story.

"Stiles" She breathes out, his name already lost in the wind that now brushes his face. As soon as she says it, he begins to transform right before her eyes. "You." He murmurs softly. His voice is scratchy and carries a timber that is low and gruff from going so long without having to speak. "You brought me back." A reversed Stiles and Malia story.