"Stiles, go." Malia panted as she pulled against the chains. "Run."
"I'm not gonna run, because I don't think you're gonna hurt me," Stiles told her as he took a step closer to avoid the swinging light above his head, "and I think that maybe you're so afraid of hurting me because of what you did to your family."
The vicious grunts almost sounded like a whimper of sadness to Stiles for a brief moment before she continued to fight her restraints and he hated that he knew that it meant that he had found the root of why she struggled to control herself longer then it had taken Scott even though she had more information then he did.
"I know what that's like, Malia," he spoke again, trying to keep his voice steady now that he had her attention, "I remember everything I did and the worst part is that I remember liking it because I felt powerful, I felt fearless and most of all, in control. But when I came through it, I learned something else," he waited until she looked back at him from her chains, "control, is overrated."
And with that, he pressed the key into the locked chains and slowly turned it, letting one cuff fall to the floor before slowly unlocking the other one; as soon as it fell, she lunged at him, claws in his biceps ripping the skin until he grabbed her arms and pulled them out, feeling the blood drip inside his hoodie as the growling turned into human gasps and her head fell. He watched as she examined her hands, the tips bloody but fully human and when she looked up at him, her face was also human as tears filled her eyes; despite the pain in his arms, he couldn't help but smile as he spoke.
"You did it. You're safe now."
The gasp she let out as she hugged him made his heart jump but he just held her close with his hand running through her damp, tangled hair as he let out a sigh of relief.
"You're bleeding." She said after a brief, silent moment and the ripped wounds finally registered in his head with the normal amount of stinging and ache that kind of injury was known to cause.
"Yeah, I guess I am."
"I didn't mean to hu-."
"Shhh," Stiles soothed while running his hand through her wet hair, "I'm fine. Lydia's got a ton of first aid supplies upstairs."
"O-okay." Malia stuttered as she leaned against his chest, resulting in the only sound hitting his ears being the water splashing against the basement walls.