This is directly after Season 6A.
Malia was finally in France! She couldn't believe it. She had successfully left Beacon Hills for holiday without a new knowledge coming up. There was finally some peace, hopefully.
Malia was still new to the human world; well, she'd been a coyote of 8 years, human nature was not natural to her. But, she was progressing, according to Stiles and Lydia. Stiles had helped her to adjust in the changed environment. She wouldn't have been able to live here if it weren't for him and Scott too, but it was mainly Stiles. They were dating for a while before they realised that they weren't for each other. Yes, originally she thought it was because he hid her heritage from her but then she realised that it wouldn't have made a difference if she had loved him. They were still friends though, best friends even.
They had all finished their senior year 2 months back, they being her, Stiles, Scott, and Lydia. And now they were all on their way towards college. Stiles had gone to fulfil his dream of joint the FBI, Lydia got into MIT as a junior, Ethan and Danny were in London for a holiday, like her, and Scott was at UC Davis. The other members of the pack - Liam, Mason, and Corey were still in high school.
She arrived into her hotel late at night, so immediately went to sleep. She had plans to tour the city the next morning.
Its been a whole week since Malia step foot in Paris, France and she had had the best experience in her life. She visited every tourist attraction there was, well not all since there were a lot. She was enjoying her life.
However, she couldn't forget Beacon Hills and her friends. What surprised her was that the person she missed the most was Scott. She'd thought Stiles, she'd expected Lydia but she hadn't thought she would miss the Alpha so much. So much that it was almost painful. Yes, they video-called together almost every two days but it was not the same.
Malia missed the feeling of warmth and protection that is always around when Scott was there. She missed his small brushes. She missed everything about him. And she had definitely not expected that.
She shook her head trying to get the Alpha out of he head. Malia looked around her as she walked leisurely in the park. There weren't many people there since it was still very early in the morning. Suddenly, her nose picked up a werewolf. There weren't supposed to be werewolves here! She'd made sure there were no packs where she went. Packs got protective over their territory. Yes she, and all the members of her Pack, had learned to conceal their scent with the help of Deaton and Satomi. But there was still a chance someone could figure out she was a werecoyote.
Malia followed her nose to a curly haired, blond guy sitting on a bench. He looked her age. But his scent bothered her the most. He smelled familiar. Somewhat like home but it was very distant. Almost like not there. But it was there. He smelled like home.
"Hello." the boy said. Malia noticed it wasn't a French accent.
"Hi." Malia replied hesitantly. She wasn't sure whether he was an ally or an enemy.
"So, what are you?" His question threw Malia off. She hadn't expected that. Her face must have shown the shock she felt because the boy explained, "I've learnt to use my senses other than eyes. I could hear you coming and sniffing lightly." Malia looked down embarrassed. The way he said it made her feel like a stalker.
"It's okay. Even I hadn't expected a wolf near here. But you don't smell like a wolf. You don't smell like anything supernatural."
"I've learnt to cover my scent."
The other boy nodded. He continued to look at Malia expectantly before she said, " Werecoyote." Malia wasn't sure why she was trusting him but she followed her instinct.
The blond haired boy nodded and said, smiling, "Werewolf. But you already knew that." Malia smiled back a little. She still couldn't figure of why he smelt like home.
"You're trying to figure out my smell. Have you been to California recently?" Again, the question threw off Malia.
She nodded. "I live there actually. I am here on a vacation."
"I used to live in California. I moved here not even 2 years back and that is probably why I smell like that." Well, that explained it. But Malia had to give it to him. He was very well at reading people. Malia should probably learn how to hide her emotions better.
They sat in silence for a long time before the boy stood up. "I should go. Don't worry, there are no packs or wolves here. I am the only one." he walked towards the exit. Suddenly, Malia called out, " Wait."
The Beta stopped and turned to look at Malia expectantly. " I am Malia. What's your name?"
"Isaac." the boy replied smiling slightly. Malia nodded in thanks and the wolf left.
Malia sat there thinking. From the way Isaac had behaved, he seemed to have been through a lot. 'I've learnt to use my senses other than eyes.' By the way he said, he seemed to have learnt from experience. He'd been through a lot of fights to learn that. Also, though Malia didn't say anything to the other boy, his scent was not just of California, it was of Beacon Hills, more like Pack. Malia wasn't there 2 years back so Isaac could have come through their Pack then and stayed for some time. Maybe that was why the scent was so distant. She sat there thinking of the encounter for 15 mins before leaving for her hotel.
Malia stayed in France for the next 2 weeks. She encountered the other boy, Isaac, multiple times during those 2 weeks. They had some small conversations but neither gave any details about themselves. Malia never spoke a word about home and he too never said anything about him coming through her Pack years back. She was okay with that. She wasn't willing to give any information so she wouldn't expect the the boy to her her that too.
The two of them built quite a friendship in just 4-5 meets. Some would say one of them was following the other but Malia knew they met just by chance. It wasn't fate because she knew she wasn't even a little bit attracted to the him like that and neither was he. They just felt comfortable with each other. Two supernaturals with humans all around.
After 3 weeks in France, Malia was leaving for California. Her trip had been enjoyable and a lot of fun but she missed Beacon Hills. She looked forward to go there, though as of right now, she was going to UC davis to meet Scott. She would go meet Lydia and Stiles later, first she would meet Scott. She still missed Scott a lot and maybe Malia knew why. She was 90% sure she was right.
However, Malia wasn't sure she liked it. She'd never felt like this before. She'd come close with Stiles but it wasn't like this. She felt a strong connection towards him. She thinks she's in love with Scott McCall.
I know the end was a bit abrupt but I liked it.
Does Malia seem a little OOC? I am sorry if it does but I like how this came out. :)