Hey there, yes, you! So how you been doing? IT'S BEEN LIKE 3 DAYS SINCE I LAST POSTED! :O

Actually it may have been longer... I don't know anymore... But there has been an episode of Teen Wolf! What did you think of it? I think it was a bit of a jittery episode, with a little bit of everything going on for our wonderful characters, but the overall plan kinda sucked... We all knew that the benefactor wouldn't show up! Then there was Malia and Peter... I don't trust him one bit! We also got some wonderful Scira, like jeez Jeff Davis, can we not just see them go on a date without Kira having to harm him!

Anyway, I've said way too much here, but let me know what you think in the reviews section below, and most of all, enjoy reading! 3

P.S I'm listening to some soppy, and some aggressive music right now, so yeah :P

My body was stiff. That was the first thing I noticed, nowhere wanted to move. Then my eyes, my eyelids were practically stuck together, unable to open. After several attempts, they finally shot open, taking in the light in the room. I sat up, suddenly realising that Malia wasn't next to me. My head swerved around the room, processing everything as my eyes struggled to adjust.

The suitcase was still open on the desk; Malia's was on the floor next to it. In front of the bed were a pile of my clothes, my white t-shirt, my ripped jeans, and near the desk was my jacket. Images of last night slowly returned to me, and I couldn't help but smile a little bit.

The warm, fuzzy feeling that I felt in my chest soon tightened, turning to stress rather than joy. Where was she? Why isn't she here?

I shot straight to my feet, ignoring the slight spinning sensation that attacked me. I stumbled over to the desk, grabbing my discarded items of clothing as I went, finally reaching a creased piece of paper and a pen.

Went to get food, come find me –Mal

I let out a deep breath of relief; I can't ever shake the feeling that she's going to run. Hell, she's even promised me that she won't, but with the whole Peter 'thing' looming over us, I'm never sure. Placing the note carefully back on the desk, I walked into the bathroom.

It smelt like her, a sweet scent that could easily make me uneasy and nervous. That's the first thing I'd ever really noticed about Malia, she just had a natural scent that reflected happiness, warmth. I asked Scott about it, but he didn't notice it, he was too busy dealing with the loss of Allison I suppose. That's why I'd offered to help train her, and thank god I did or I wouldn't be here right now!

**Flashback**

"Hello?" I shouted, knocking on the door lightly, but even so it pushed straight open. I stood for a moment, unsure of what to do. Mr Tate clearly wasn't in, as for the girl, I'm not so sure. I waited. I tried listening for movement, tried to highlight a scent, but I had nothing to match it too. With a huff of annoyance, I pushed the door open fully, and proceeded into the house.

"Anyone here?" I asked again, but silence was my only response. I walked down the narrow corridor, the memory of the house's layout suddenly coming back to me. I'd been here once before, when I'd first met Scott. He'd told me about a girl being trapped inside a coyote, and that he was busy dealing with that at the moment. I told him he was crazy. He told me he was serious. So I said I'd help, I didn't exactly have anything else to do. So we broke into this house in order to try and catch a scent, or anything that could really give us a lead.

I jumped at the sound of a creek coming from upstairs; a floor board. My inner wolf took over as I realised that someone was here, a potential threat. Bringing my claws out in my right hand, I proceeded to the stairs, hopping up them as lightly as I could, not wanting to attract the attention of an intruder. As I reached the top, there were three doors surrounding me, I remembered that Malia's was the one to the right, and decided I'd start there.

The door was perched halfway open, and I peeked my head around the corner before proceeding. 'Clear.' I thought to myself, as if I were in some sort of action/thriller movie. That's kind of what this felt like, but just, you know, a lot more realistic... And that sense of impending doom was there too.

I stepped in cautiously, aware that this was technically Malia's new 'den', and that that means I'm technically trespassing. The room was still an awful shade of bright pink, the sort of room an eight-year old girl would love; too bad that girl is now magically seventeen, and is probably given the urge to throw up every time she steps inside this 'mystical princess land'.

I walked over to the bed, where a framed picture laid on top of the rumpled, baby pink sheets. I bent over, picking up the picture, and recognised it instantly. It was the picture of Malia and her sister, the picture we'd used to identify her and what not.

"Put it down," I heard her growl from behind me, instantly turning to see her. She was in an offensive stance, ready to pounce like a rabid dog. I raised my hands slowly to show I wasn't a threat. Her eyes followed the picture carefully, a glint of guilt in her expression, before returning to aggression. "Put. It. Down." She repeated, slowly this time, emphasising each word as if to scare me.

I turned slightly, putting the frame back on the bed before returning to her. "I'm not here to hurt you," She didn't flinch, "I'm Tyler," I said, stepping closer, reaching out a hand in formal greeting. Then I remembered she'd been a coyote for eight years.

Quickly responding to my movements, she grabbed my hand, pulling awkwardly at my elbow, and slammed me up against the door, holding my arm in a painful lock behind my back. "What are you doing here?" She shouted into my ear.

I growled in reaction, my eyes glowing blue, I broke my arm free from her grasp, spinning around sharply taking her by surprise. She lifted her arms to attack, but I was too quick, pinning them, and her, up against the wall. I huffed away the anger, feeling myself return to normal as she struggled against my grip. "I'm here to help." I stated between heavy, angry, breaths.

Consequently, I released her, stepping back to give her some space as she clutched at her wrists. Maybe I'd been a bit too strong, I didn't really care. She looked up at me, less fury in her stare, but there was definitely still the sign of annoyance. "You're helping me by breaking in?" She spat, clearly aggravated by the fact that I was stronger.

"Yes." I exclaimed. "Your door was wide open, I thought that maybe there was an intruder!"

"You are the intruder!" She hissed back almost instantly.

I took a deep breath, remembering that this girl is new to the world, and that I need to cut her some slack. "Look," I waved my hands defensively, "We've gotten off on the wrong foot here, how about we start over?" I offered my hand again, giving her a reassuring nod towards it. "Handshake? You're probably gonna want to practise that so I'd take it while it's still there," I chuckled, slowly reclining my hand as if to tempt her.

Her hand surged forwards confidently, but hindered right before it met mine. I opened up my palm, smiling at her, "I'm Tyler, and I promise, I don't bite." She looked up at me nervously, smiling awkwardly in response. She finally took that last step and her hand met mine, her skin was cold and rough against my hot and probably moist palm. It was a weak shake, full of caution from her point of view, but still, it was progress

**End of Flashback**

I smiled up at the mirror, more at myself than anything I suppose, as the memory played itself over in my head. These past few months had gone by so fast that it was unreal, and the way our relationship had taken off, well to put it simply, was magical.

Within minutes I was dressed, and I was downstairs, in the lobby of the hotel, searching for the cafe as dozens of people buzzed past me. My eyes finally locked onto food venue, and I started pushing my way through the masses to reach the entrance. The place was crowded; tables filled all over as people rushed to fit in a quick bite to eat before work. I didn't need to look for her though; I knew Malia was here because I could pick out her scent any day of the week. If there was a version of a needle in a haystack that I could ever win, it'd be that.

I headed straight for the corner of the room, knowing full well that Malia would try to place herself as far away from the morning rush as possible. She was consumed in a cup of coffee, something that she'd come to adore in the morning, with an empty plate on the table in front of her. I snuck up behind her, even though I knew she'd at least smell me,(or her on me), well before I reached her. I didn't care.

As I reached her she placed the cup of coffee back on its saucer, expecting what was about to come. Still didn't care! I leant down, wrapping my arms across her chest, pressing a sweet kiss to her neck and smiling into her skin as she tried to turn around. I pulled back slightly, a massive grin on my face, as I whispered to her gleefully, "Good morning."

She signalled for me to sit, and I did, but not before pressing a kiss to her lips, which she returned happily. "You're happy today," She said, smirking at me in return as I took a seat opposite her.

I looked out of the window beside us as I replied, staring at the sun as it beamed down on to us, "I have a feeling that this is going to be a great day..."

Haha... Sure it is Tyler, sure it is... Hope you guys liked the flashback of how Malia and Tyler first formally met! Just a cute little fluff chapter to be honest, to prepare for a bit of family drama in the next one, so beware!

So next chapter will be Tyler's sister's play, and as you will probably expect things will not go smoothly... ;)

Thanks to everyone who reads, reviews, favourites, and follows! You're all awesome and I hope you enjoy this chapter; next one will be out soon!

~Abi