The guards threw my limp body into the holding cell, sending me straight to the floor. For a short moment everything was spinning, and I wasn't sure what was happening until one of them spoke.

"The coyote stays, the rest of you with us, now." I felt Malia's hand on my back as she dropped to my side, taking in my slit wrists and stab wounds with a face filled with awe. I looked behind me to see Scott, Stiles and Kira, all exchanging concerned glances.

"Go!" I spoke up, coughing a little; my throat was as dry as sandpaper, "They have Lydia." Stiles started straight for the door, Kira following closely behind along with Scott. Before he left, Scott kneeled down by my side, reaching a hand out to touch my arm. He could tell I was still in pain; the wolfsbane on the ropes that bound me had prevented me from healing. Soon enough I knew what he was doing, black veins appeared throughout is arm and he clenched his eyes shut as he absorbed my pain, buying me a few godly seconds of utter relief. Seeing the pain he felt, I quickly moved away from him, "The worst of it's gone, I'll be fine."

With that said, the three of them left, the door closing with an emphatic bang, and I was alone with Malia. I barely had a second to breathe as her arms clamped around me, holding me close to her body. "Scott heard everything; I thought she was going to kill you!"

"Well, urm," I struggled in her grasp, trying to move so that my face wasn't buried in her chest, "No offense, but you're kind of killing me now," I joked as she released me, laughing slightly; she playfully punched me in the arm.

I spent the next couple of minutes explaining all that Araya had told me, about the alpha and my supposed future as an alpha. We spoke about the impending threat on my life, and what I'm going to do about it. "I don't know, hell she's just some cranky," Malia eyeballed me, "Okay, very, very, very cranky old bitch." She giggled, "She's probably just had a little too much to drink."

"I highly doubt that," Malia said, helping me up off of the floor in the process.

In the distance I could hear Scott screaming in agony, hell, I could practically feel his pain. "Did you hear that?" She walked over to lean against the wall, shaking her head innocently. I tried to focus in on what was being said, but with the wolfsbane still in my system I couldn't get a clear read on the conversation.

"Mal, you're gonna have to try and listen in, I'm no good at the minute." She nodded her head correspondingly, closing her eyes to help her focus. "Can you get anything?" I asked a little bit prematurely, I was worried though, Scott, for the time being, was my alpha; I needed him in order to stay in control. Over the past few months he'd been like a brother to me, he'd even taken me into his home when Isaac left.

"I can't concentrate," She admitted, shaking her head; ashamed to admit that she was defeated, "There's too many sounds, and voices." Seeing this, I knelt down in front of her, offering her a hand as reassurance.

Squeezing her hand firmly, I whispered, "It's okay, here," I raised my other hand, pointing at my eyes, "Just focus on my eyes, or the sound of my voice," I noticed her eyes flicker indecisively between my eyes and my lips, suggesting that she was thinking about something else at this moment in time. "Remember what I told you, you just have to find something to concentrate on-"

She cut me off before I could get my words out, leaning forward and pressing her lips to mine. Unlike the kiss in the club, this was a simpler kiss, but so much more meaningful, in many ways it told me that I was her anchor; I'm the thing that gives her control. As we broke apart, I slowly opened my eyes to reveal Malia with her eyes shining intensely. She was focused, and she was listening, so I felt that was my clue to fall backwards and let her listen.

After several moments of waiting, the lights in the room began to flicker, and Malia's eyes returned to their normal shade of brown, "They're killing him!" She said, and as if it were simultaneous I heard Scott's howl, I could feel his pain, and within seconds I was howling in pain myself. Malia cradled me by my side, until the pain finally went away half a minute after.

"He's okay," I said, rolling over on to my back, taking Malia's concerned arm in my hand, "For now."

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