As we walked outside the sun hit me with such ferocity that I thought it would blind me. Raising a hand to cover my eyes, I could hear Scott and the others from not too far behind us. A guard had come to collect me and Malia from our 'cell', as they called it, and lead us to the front door. Thank God!

"So you're just letting us go?" I heard Scott ask from behind as he, Stiles, Lydia and Kira all emerged from the doorway. Kira ran forward, hugging Malia, whilst I gave Lydia a quick hug, and shook Stiles' hand.

"Thanks for sticking up for me back there Lyd's, sorry I wasn't able to help you out," She replied with a sincere smile, clearly she was okay with me, but something was bugging her at the moment. I thought it was best to leave her to her thoughts as her and Stiles walked over to his jeep. Kira and Malia went to follow them, but the coyote stopped at my side. "I'll be there in a second," I dismissed her, my eyes solely focused on Araya.

Sensing my raising heartbeat, she reached out to grab my hand. "Tyler, it's not worth it, okay? Don't do something stupid." I looked at her, hate still in my eyes, but the second they found hers I dropped it with an audible sigh. It was nearly impossible to be mad when I was looking at her.

"I still need to speak to her," I squeezed her hand in reassurance that I was okay; "I'm fine." She nodded and joined the others.

As I walked over to where Araya and Scott stood I caught the end of their conversation, she was threatening him over when he would take the bite of a human. She had nothing to worry about then; Scott wouldn't be biting anyone anytime soon, especially when he has me for a beta.

"How about you stop playing the torturer and actually tell us something helpful for once?" I started, turning both the leaders' attention towards me. She stared at me idly, before turning away and walking back towards her guards. "Hey!" I shouted, following her until Scott put a hand on my chest, "What, you feel like giving it the big I am when I'm tied down to a chair, but now that I'm okay you're just gonna walk away!?" I felt myself getting angry, so angry that I couldn't hear Scott telling me to calm down.

I shoved his arm aside and ran for the woman, I could hear him following behind me but he was too slow. One of Araya's men jumped in front of me, his mistake. He raised an arm to stop me, but with glowing eyes and fangs bared, I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and slammed him down to the ground. Proceeding on to my target, another man got in my way, this time I lifted him by his neck and drove him into the wall, squeezing the life out of him with my bare hands.

The only thing that sent me clambering backwards was the roar of my alpha, and Malia screaming at me to stop. Panting for breath, I turned to face them, ashamed of what I'd just done. I kept my line of sight to the ground as my chest bounced up and down, occasionally flickering upwards to look at Scott. He seemed disappointed in me, after all we'd been through over the past few months we believed that I had mastered control. It seems not.

Shrugging off all the eyes that were on me, I started walking quickly back to the jeep, where I saw Lydia, Stiles and Kira all with shocked expressions written on their faces. I halted in my tracks as Araya spoke up, "When he comes for you, and he will..." She began, pausing until I turned to face her, "Give me a call, but by then it may be too late."

"Well what do I do if it is too late?" I asked, trying to sound as grateful as possible.

"You leave the people you love behind, and you run. He won't harm them, because he will want you to do that for him. So you run, just keep on moving and never look back." And with that she faded into the darkness of the club.

I stood, frozen to my roots as her words sunk in, 'run, and never look back', but how could I leave these guys? Scott was my alpha, and my greatest friend. Malia needed me, and honestly, I think that I needed her as well.

Scott walked past me, ignoring what had just happened and started explaining our next steps to the rest of the group. Malia, however, stopped in front of me, noticing my distress. "Hey," She whispered, knocking me from my trance. I looked up to meet her eyes, with a numb expression written beneath my own. She took my hand for what felt like the hundredth time today, yet every time it felt different, it felt new. This time it felt soothing, as her skin connected with my own it felt as if a wave of reassurance passed through my body, telling every fibre of my being that it would be okay, that in her clutch I was safe.

"I'm okay," I whispered in return, "I'm okay."

She looked slightly concerned still, but this time decided not to say anything, which was rather strange for Malia. Pulling me along, we turned to face the group, and Scott was approaching us once again.

Signalling for Malia to give us a second alone, I looked towards him apologetically. "Look, I'm sorry, I just got really freakin' angry an-"

"It's okay," He interjected, "You stopped it, that's what matters." I froze again, a little shocked, yet relieved, that he wasn't mad at me. "This alpha she's talking about, we'll deal with it, okay?" He really did care, and it was a massive weight off my shoulders to know I had my alpha's support.

Walking back to the group, and avoiding several awkward 'are you okay now?' stares from the others, we watched on as a mysterious biker girl pulled up. "Braeden," Scott announced as the girl removed her helmet. Lydia went on to describe her as a mercenary, 'wonderful'.

"Scott," I said, quickly grabbing his attention as he went to get on his bike, "You go in the car, I'll take the bike."

He stopped what he was doing, taking a second to look at the bike, and back to me, "You sure man?" I couldn't tell whether he was genuinely asking or was just worried about his bike.

"I just need some time to think." I stated, which was true. I needed a lot of time to think. About a lot of things. I walked over to the bike, nodding to him in confirmation, and he chucked me the keys.

I raised my leg over the bike, straddling the seat, and as I reached to grab the helmet off of the brake pad I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. Turning my head in surprise, it was, (not so much of a surprise), Malia. I couldn't help but smile at her persistence. "What're you doing?" I asked.

"I didn't want you to be alone," She answered honestly, "and besides," she leaned closer to my head, "I wanted to thank you for helping me concentrate," She moved closer and kissed my cheek, but before she could pull away I twisted my neck even further, pushing my lips against hers. I needed that.

"Any time," I mumbled, voice heavy with breath, as we pulled apart. She rested her head on my back and I heard Stiles whistling as he walked over to the driver's side of the jeep. "Oh yeah, Scott!" I shouted, and both boys stopped to look. I raised the helmet in my hand and threw it powerfully so that it hit Stilinski right in the back, propelling him forward into the jeep. "I don't need that!" I shouted, chuckling with Malia.

Braeden brought all our attention back to the task at hand, "Hey, love birds, you ready or what!?" She was impatient, and slightly annoyed, mind you, she was stuck with a crew of teenagers, so who wouldn't be?

Just as I pulled back on the accelerator, I felt Malia brush her lips against the back of my neck, sending a noticeable shiver down my spine. She giggled, her hot breath tickling against my skin, and I could feel all kinds of things going on in my body. My head started to spin, my heart started to beat like crazy, and my hands started to shake. "You realize if you carry on like that, we're not going to make it to our destination?" I turned slightly to look at her, nothing but mischief in her eyes.

"That's fine by me," She whispered.

So... this was only suppose to be a quick chapter because I haven't had a lot of time to write, but I'm actually kind of proud of it! When you write without a plan in mind, things just kind of come to you in the moment, and well that's what happened here!

OMG, have you all seen the promo for 4x07, Malia!? Why are you acting all dead in this!? And Stiles with the blood on his face! Like what the absolute hell is happening to everyone :'(

Any who... Moving on... Follow, favourite and review if y'all want more, and thanks to those of you who already have! Be sure to check out our MaliaXOC community, 'Werecoyote Fever', links on my profile!

P.S I wrote this whilst in a group chat to all my crazy ass bestie's on Facebook... So yeah... I was a little distracted, apologies for any mistakes!