10 – I'm going to him

A few hours earlier

Malia:

I was sat in the vet's, flicking through one of the magazines left out for patients. I must admit, it's not very interesting, but it's better than the alternative.

"You know, you could Malia!" Liam shouted as he was wrestling with a dog on a lead, as he tried to get it to sit. I flicked over to the next page and continued reading. "Oh my God!" He moaned, stumbling all over the room.

"Just use your werewolf strength." I hiss.

"I don't want to strangle it...or break the lead. Besides I shouldn't need to...no!" He stutters, letting go of the lead, allowing the dog to run freely.

"Don't worry, Deaton's got it." I say, and I hear Liam let out a frustrated sigh. Then I'm overcome with a sudden sickly feeling in my stomach, forcing me to put the magazine down and grab my stomach.

"What's up?" Liam asked, looking at me with concern in his eyes.

"I just...felt a sickening feeling in my gut."

"Do you feel sick? Maybe you-"

"No, not like that. Like something bad is going to happen." I say, the feeling settling down, as I get to my feet, throwing the magazine down on the seat.

"I'm sure everything is fine, or going to be fine."

"Don't say that." I hiss at him, and he waves his arms about in confusion.

"Wha...what do you want me to say then, that everyone's going to die." He remarks, and I glare at him.

"Not if it's a lie."

"Well that, everything will be fine."

"But that could very well be a lie as well."

"You see, this is why I don't hang out with you." He moans, as Deaton comes out from the back, the dog calmly walking beside him.

"That's not the reason we don't hang out, there are other reasons..." I snarl back at him. "many others." I add under my breath.

"Gosh your bundle of joy..." Liam jokes. Naturally I respond with a growl, which I hear unsettled his heart as it sped up. I turned to Deaton, who was handing the leash back to Liam.

"Well I'm not doing anything around here, what are the others doing." I say to him, and he pauses to think.

"Well Scott is by himself up in-" he begins before I decide to cut him off.

"What about Stiles?"

"Um, Stiles I'm sure is fine, but Scott could probably use-"

"I feel I should help Stiles."

"Isaac is with Stiles, I'm sure he's fine."

"I don't trust Isaac." I reply, I just stare at Deaton who doesn't seem to know what to say. Liam bowing his head as he tries to stay out of the conversation.

"Scott wouldn't have sent him with Isaac if he thought he wouldn't be able to keep him safe."

"Somehow I doubt that. Where is Stiles?"

"You know Chris went a few hours ago to meet with him, I'm sure he'll safe with those two."

"I'll just meet them when I get up there. An extra set of claws won't do any harm."

"But I think your better suited to helping your Alpha who is currently working by himself."

"Stiles is up at bear valley...I think it's in New York." Liam intervenes, receiving a harsh look of betrayal from Deaton, and he bows his head again.

"I'm going to go meet up with Stiles."

"Malia..." Deaton pleads, a little annoyed with my response.

"If Stiles tells me to leave and to go help Scott I will...And only then will I." I hiss, leaving the the building. What I hadn't mentioned was that I felt like something bad was going to happen to Stiles. I didn't think I should worry everyone else with it, considering the situation, and it could very well just be me...missing him.

Either way I got into my car, turning on the engine and driving down the road. I'm hoping to make it to this Bear Valley before something bad does happen...

Please let him still be alive by the time I get there...