NOTE:

Hello everyone! Okay since I always forget and probably will again in the future...I'm going to start with this

I do not own Teen Wolf.

Okay now, it's been brought to my attention that I must clear some things up from the very beginning, before I go further with the story, in order for it to be a good one which is going to be hard anyway, because I'm really not that good of a writer. Anyways, here we go:

A- Malia is my main character, as I'm sure you can tell, so she is the only one I write with both first and third person narratives. I'm sure some of you are aware of the fact, it's not uncommon, it's been done in plenty of books with different POV. In my story, it's only Malia's pov that has both narrations, cause it's like there are two Malias, the third narration is the one telling events, usually past ones. But I need the first person for most of the time, because it's personal and that shows when she interacts with the pack, it makes sense to me as a writer, I just hope you enjoy it as a reader. So, ONLY Malia that I do that with and I'm going to put asterisks or something before I switch narratives, but then again it's only Malia, BUT it helps so, I'll put them in . ANY OTHER character pov will be in third person.

B-I don't know if this story will continue to follow canon, when season 4 airs. The trailer was pretty damn good. wasn't it? So I hope am actually even able to pull it off.

C-I know the pairings are unclear except for Stalia, and that's because I really am undecided about most of the others. And I just really want you guys to enjoy the story regardless of the ships.

Man, that was LONG and unnecessary but, you know just for clarification purposes.

Here we go, hope you enjoy this one.

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There were times when she went; to that car wreck and sat in front of it, just so she can torture herself. She did this as a coyote and as a human. And every time she always felt like she was experiencing some kind of an outer body experience, like she wasn't there; she was just a ghost watching herself grieve and filling herself up with guilt she will never be rid of.

That's what she felt right then. She wasn't here and this was not real. That's what she thought every time she remembered the fact that she actually killed her family, that if it weren't for her, they would be here. And right then What they were saying was impossible, and she felt like punching every one of them; because they just sat there, basically telling her that everything is a lie. No, they are liars, they're the lie. But They looked honest and maybe that's why she had the strong urge to hit them, just like she wanted to punch herself every time she remembered that horrible day. Plus She really hated the pity she saw in their eyes, that apologetic look. She didn't even believe them but she hated it.

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''No''

''Uh…no?''

'' Yes. Scott. NO. What you're saying doesn't make any sense''

''Look, Malia we were just as shocked as you are''

''Were you? I really doubt that''

I got off the couch, sighing in frustration; I turned around looking at Stiles. He was sitting on the arm of the couch watching me with worried eyes.

Stiles wouldn't lie to me, would he?

''You really believe this?'' I asked my voice breaking slightly.

His eyes told me everything, he believed it. But I kept looking at him as if trying to change his mind somehow. And so, he confirmed it with a slow nod. I threw my head back laughing humorlessly, shaking my head. ''Okay okay'' I said running my hand through my hair and turning around again.

''Malia, trust me Lydia knows what she's talking about, I mean she doesn't doubt that it's you in that memory, she's sure of it. She heard your name'' Stiles said with a soft voice, no doubt trying to calm me. Well, Better luck next time.

''Oh she heard it. She heard my name. Well, if she heard it, I must believe it then, I mean she can never be wrong.'' I turned to look at Lydia, eyes blazing fire, blood boiling; but calmly raising an eyebrow '' Can you?'' I asked deceiving calm lacing my voice.

Her wide eyes blinking at me, she swallowed visibly ''I've been wrong before but….''

''You don't say'' I interrupted a small smirk on my lips.

''BUT not about this; Malia. I know it. If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have told you, I'm not…''

''You know Lydia, I know a banshee. Yeah, she's really something'' I interrupted again, walking slowly towards her leaning over her in the chair she's occupying as I put my hands on the arm rests. ''I'm guessing you two; have some banshee connection with each other. So you probably know where she is right now, don't you?,'' The entire room around us was silent, tense, as I leaned in further.

''She's in a mental institution'' I continued with a fake smile and I knew I was being cruel, while Lydia just sat there, like she was in some sort of shock.

''MALIA'' Shouted Scott and stiles at the same time. I turned slowly to look at them still smiling, I shrugged.

''What? She is.'' They just stared back at me, until I finally relented and looked away, sighing with my head down before Slowly straightening up, I looked around the room and softly whispered.

''My dad would've told me''

''Yeah he probably would have. If he didn't think you were dead for the past eight years, oh or maybe he could've just had a conversation with the coyote wandering about the woods'' Derek cleverly pointed out raising his eyebrows and crossing his arms.

''And he couldn't have told you when you got back, Malia, he thought you were dead, I don't think the first thing he wanted to talk about with the only family he has left is that she is not really his'' Scott chimed in, always the wise one.

I blinked a few times, feeling all kinds of emotions rising up. Ugh.

''I don't believe you, I just don't.'' I said shaking my head back and forth.

''MALIA, for god sake, JUST BELIEVE US'' Stiles all of a sudden shouted as he walked towards me. Taken aback a little I opened my mouth in shock, raising my eyebrows. Well, if he wants a fight...

''Believe WHAT? THAT MY LIFE IS A TOTAL LIE THAT MY ACTUAL FATHER IS A PSYCHOTIC KILLER? BECAUSE SOME VOICES WHISPERED IT INTO A GIRL'S HEAD'' I shouted right back at him, my anger rising.

'' Realllllyy! JUST VOICES! HAVE YOU EVER ASKED YOURSELF WHY YOU TURNED INTO A FREAKING COYOTE IN THE FIRST PLACE?''

Getting angry.

''NO I WAS TOO BUSY BEING ONE''

''Okay guys CALM DOWN...'' someone advised, to whom we didn't even turn our heads to look at.

''Ohhh good answer, BUT WE'RE HERE TO TELL YOU THAT IT'S IN THE GENES''

''AM STILL NOT LISTENING TO SOME STUPID VOICES!''

Losing control, my anger reached the transformation level, I felt my fangs, and claws sticking out.

''Malia you HAVE to calm down, you're…..'' Scott began sternly or was it Derek I really didn't care. Stiles interrupted them anyway, shouting again.

''THEY'RE NOT JUST VOICES, THEY'RE THE TRUTH AND YOU KNOW IT''

''I DON'T KNOW IT, I DON'T KNOW ANY OF YOU, WHY THE HELL SHOULD I BELIEVE YOU?''

''BECAUSE YOU DON'T HAVE ANYONE ELSE TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH''

Getting angrier

''SHUT UP, I DON'T NEED ANYONE'''

''WELL, THAT'S JUST REALLY STUPID''

Angrier and angrier

''Maybe we should all take a deep breath,'' Kira spoke suddenly, coming to stand between me and Stiles. And Of course specifically speaking to me. ''Like a really deep breath'' she continued firmly. I just want to leave. So, deciding to listen to her, I closed my eyes taking a few deep breaths; deep deep breaths I can finally feel myself changing back. Slowly I opened my eyes; to find stiles still staring at me, his eyes intense, with an emotion I didn't care enough to name. I took another deep breath looking around me; every one was standing up now; circling us, ready to jump in at any time to his rescue.

I don't need this

''Okay, I'm going to go now'' I Said, turning around and heading for the door, I felt Stiles' hand grab my elbow trying to turn me around.

''Do not touch me'' I demanded jerking my arm away. Not waiting to see the expression on his face; I continued my way to the door I opened it, ready to walk out.

''You have a lovely place by the way'' I stated before I slammed the door shut behind me.

...

I've been lying on my bedroom floor, staring at the ceiling in the dark for the past hour. Nothing. I can't process it; I just can't wrap my head around it.

Disoriented.

I sighed rolling over, for some unknowable reason thinking about stiles. The way we yelled at each other so angrily, it was such a new side of whatever we have. I hated it though, that side. Stiles was one of the only connections I felt I had to this world. And I have no idea why, he just is. Fighting with him in such real anger was upsetting and unsettling.

Stiles.

Stiles. Why do I smell stiles now?

I sat up on the floor, looking around my room, where is he? That's when I heard the door bell from down stairs. He was here. Why? Did he come here to continue fighting? Knowing that my dad is not going to let him up. I got off the floor to go down stairs, just as I reached the door, he knocked.

I opened the door, looking at him for a minute, he was wearing a simple grey shirt and blue jeans, I just continued observing, not inviting him in.

''Your dad let me in''

''How is that possible?''

''I'm a real charmer''

''He hates you''.

''Yeah, he's not very fond of me''

''I Wonder why''

We both crossed our arms, staring at each other. His eyes left mine, looking me up and down, I was wearing my black sweat pants with a tight white tank top. And he took his time looking, when his eyes finally met mine again, I raised my eyebrows, I saw his cheeks reddening a bit before, He cleared his throat and took a step forward, smiling sarcastically. ''Yes, Malia I would love to come in'' he mocked walking right by me and into my room. I huffed closing the door and turning around to face him.

''What do you want?''

''You forgot your phone'' he replied reaching into his pocket and retrieving my phone. I reached for it, but he drew his hand back, looking at him in annoyance I reached for it again, he still pulled his hand back, I gave him my best back off look, but it didn't work because he just kept, looking at me.

''How come you didn't tell me you bought a phone?''

'' I didn't buy it, my father did. And I wasn't aware that I had to tell you''

''I know you didn't have to, but I thought you might,'' he clarified clearly annoyed by my statement. ''I expected you to'' he finished in a whisper.

''Come on Stiles it's not a big deal, it's just a phone''

''Right,'' he said exhaling loudly and finally stretching his hand out to give me the phone, I took it from him with muttered thanks, turning around and putting it on my night stand.

''Since it's just a phone, and you don't care about it much, I took the liberty to add a few contacts in there'' he stated from behind me.

''That's funny, since I'm not contacting any of them any time soon'' I replied causally turning around crossing my arms, leaning on my night stand.

''Malia stop''

''Stop what?''

''Stop acting like we're the bad guys in this''

''I didn't say you were; you're not the bad guys. You're not anything, really''

He slowly approached me, until he was standing right in front of me, looking at me, his gaze searching for mine until I finally locked it with his.

''We're not?''

Something about the way he asked it, got to me at that moment, and looking into his somewhat vulnerable eyes, I saw the real question. I'm not? I'm not anything to you?

I let my gaze move down to his lips and up to his eyes again and it was like our gaze lock was displaying a movie, because I knew that we were both remembering the same night, the same feelings, remembering everything. He came closer until he was only a small step away; he slowly raised his hand and easily sliding his fingers through my hair, so he was holding the back of my head. I closed my eyes and let him tug me forward into him, until nothing was between us; I can hear his heavy breathing and feel his erratic heartbeat under my hand as I rested it on his chest, touching our forehead together. I didn't want to stop this, god I missed it. But, I was still mad at him.

''Stiles don't…'' I whispered uselessly.

''Don't what? Touch you,'' he whispered back huskily, I opened my eyes slowly to see he was also opening his. ''That really hurt, you know'' he confessed, still whispering. We both knew he was talking about my jab at our fight earlier.

''It was supposed to'' I said stubbornly hanging on to my anger.

''Yeah? Is that what you want? To hurt me?''

In our extremely close proximity and everything I can see in his eyes, the boy who freely told me all about himself at Eichen house, the one who confided in me and trusted me. The one who didn't know me but insisted on saving me; even though I didn't need it. The one who within a day made me feel connected to this world. To him. The boy I haven't known for long but made me feel like I've known him forever. The one who was possessed by an evil spirit, but was thankfully strong enough to endure it and survive it. The one who was looking into my eyes with such passion and yearning and honesty. And I just knew it then, that I'd never let anything happen to him. That the last thing I would ever want to do in my life is hurt him, in any kind of way. I just couldn't and will never do it.

I let all my emotions show as I strongly and with determination, whispered.

''Never''

He inhaled sharply closing his eyes again, tightening his fingers around my hair, bringing my face even closer to his if that's possible.

''Good,'' he whispered, voice raspy and husky, sending shivers all over my body.

He slowly touched his lips to mine, not kissing me. Just his lips over mine; breathing into me.

''Cause I will never hurt you either'' The words breathed on my lips, so easily reaching my heart. I don't know how long we stayed like this, enjoying the closeness, the warmth, anticipation killing us both. And slowly, I felt his lips starting to move against mine.

''I DON'T HEAR ANYTHING UP THERE''

We jumped apart faster than you can say shit! My body hitting the nightstand behind me; we looked at each other; eyes wide, panting. My father's voice from down stairs breaking our trance; bursting our beautiful bubble. Breaking our gaze, I ran my fingers through my hair, taking a quick scan around the room.

''Go home Stiles''

''Uh, uh yeah, I'm gonna do that''

He started making his way to the door, stopping right before he reached for the door knob, he turned around looking alarmed.

''Oh god, I came here for something else,''

Walking back towards me, he reached in his pocket and retrieved his own phone, slowly approaching me, he cleared his throat.

''Maybe you don't believe us, and I kind of understand that,'' He said looking down at his screen, I assume looking for something, finally he looked at me, eyes pleading ''But please, stay away from this man'' he held up his phone in front my eyes, and I felt my mouth drop open, it was him.

''What is it?''

''It's him, that man I saw in school today''

''You saw Peter, today?''

I only shook my head in confirmation, still trying to process this new information. That creepy bastard was my real father. There's no way.

''Shit Malia, if he lets you see him that means he's going to make a move soon, '' Stiles was now full on pacing, making me anxious.

''We told you he's a killer so, He's probably planning to kill you...''

''Or maybe use you in some way...''

''Oh no, he'll kidnap you, use you, torture you and then kill you''

''Oh my god Stiles, stop moving AND talking!''

He stopped mid step, looking at me with frantic eyes.

''Okay now, slow and easy, What ...what exactly are you saying?''

''I don't know, that's the problem we don't know, with Peter you can never know. He can tell you he changed, or whatever, but he's so incredibly manipulative, he'll make you believe anything and oh yeah he kills people…and he's just evil, okay?'' He finally rested his gesturing hands on his waist, ending his little rant.

''Okay okay, geez'' I replied rolling my eyes.''Wow Stiliniski you sure can be a drama queen sometimes'' I joked lightly, trying to ease both of our minds.

''What?...I am NOT a drama queen, that doesn't even...''

The door suddenly sprung open; with my father of course on the other side, looking quite grim.

''Alright, Malia, time for your friend to go home.''

''No it's NOT.''

''Malia, its okay I have to go anyway, I'll call you later and just remember what we talked about'' He said as he started making his way through the door, dodging my father's figure awkwardly, and almost falling over.

My dad shut the door after him, sighing loudly ''Malia, we have to talk about this, okay? I don't know where you were for the past eight years, because you refuse to tell me the truth, but having boys over in your room is not acceptable''

I simply ignored him, thinking about everything that's happened today and finally realizing that the only way is to face it. Just ask. So looking into my father's eyes boldly, I asked.

''Am I adopted?''