Malia couldn't breath, smoke was everywhere around her and her body was aching all over. She tried to sit up, but searing pain traveled up her legs; looking around slowly she could see her mother and sister unconscious and blood covering their faces. The first thing she felt was how her heart was being crushed and painfully slowly being ripped out of her chest.

''Momma." She choked.

Letting out a sob Malia tried again to sit up, crying in pain trying to reach out to either of them. "Oh god please."

"You did this."

She whipped her head around to see that her mother was awake and looking directly at her, pain and hatred etched on her face.

"We were so happy without you, we were safe." She spat the words out, tears streaming down her face.

"What…what are you talking about mom?"

Her mother turned her head around, lifting a finger and pointing to something in front of her; quickly Malia followed her line of sight and when she saw it she let out a loud gasp. It was standing there, what looked like a coyote, blue eyes glowing and teeth gritted together just waiting to attack. For a minute they locked eyes and it felt like it knew her, as if it was staring at a friend and she could'of sworn it was smirking. And then everything went to hell, as it suddenly looked back at where her still crying mother and sister lay; and the coyote howled and growled and ran right towards them like it was a mission. Malia couldn't move and couldn't make a sound as she watched the coyote break the window and move toward her mother as it bit her leg and she was sobbing in pain and in that moment Malia found her voice and she screamed and screamed as the coyote kept attacking her family.

"NO PLEASE NOOOO."

...

"Malia wake up…Malia….MALIA."

I felt my body spring up, my vision was blurry, my throat hurt and I was diffidently sweating. Looking up, I saw Stiles; he was holding me by the arms as he tried to calm me down.

"Shhh you're okay, you're alright."He soothed, gently pulling my hair back from my face, I was gasping for breath and he was being so gentle so kind with me and I didn't want to take a minute and ask him why the sudden change of heart. Because Stiles was comforting me and it felt like the most natural lovely thing in the world. Locking my gaze with his, I listened as he kept reassuring me that I was safe and that everything was fine. Not being able to take the distance a second longer, I took a chance and abruptly flung my arms around him.

"Why does it always feel so real?" I complained as I hid my face in his neck, taking a deep breath as I finally felt myself cool down again.

"This happened before?" He asked surprise clear in his voice, I sighed and gently threaded my fingers in his hair and nodded tiredly. I felt his grip on me tighten protectively as his hand rubbed over my back in that wonderfully relaxing circular motion. I smiled widely, I missed him so fucking much; I held him closer in return, lovingly brushing my lip against his neck. And I guess that was what suddenly broke the moment because he tensed in my arms; and quickly pulled away clearing his throat.

"Uh…I'll go make us some breakfast," He said standing up, rubbing his hands over his jeans."You should take a shower and...yeah I'll be downstairs." And that was it; in a second he was out the door. It was my fault really, to have thought he wasn't mad anymore. I took a calming breath, remembering that I had a plan that involved making him listen to me. After taking a shower and going through Stiles drawer and putting on one of his plaid shirts I went downstairs and smelled the familiar smell of bacon, eggs and toast; it's what Stiles always made me. He looked up when he saw me walk in and actually smiled.

"Bet you're hungry, right?"

"Always."

He smiled even wider as he pushed a plate filled with bacon and eggs on the table toward me, and I dug in straight away clearly not waiting for him to fill his plate up. I moaned loudly when the bacon hit my tongue it was one of my favorite human foods so far.

"God you're a genius for making this." I praised him not for the first time, since he introduced me to it.

"For the tenth time Malia, it's not that impressive. Though; I don't mind the admiration." He chuckled.

We were silent for a while after that, enjoying our food but so obviously avoiding having a conversation.

"How long have you been up?"

"Since when do you get nightmares?"

We both asked at the time, raising an eyebrow we both laughed as I gestured for him to answer my question first.

"Since dawn I woke up with a lovely splitting headache that comes with the hangover; and I couldn't go back to sleep so...so I just took a couple pills and soldiered on."He joked, raising his fist and grinning. "Now you."

"It started recently really, just a couple of weeks or something."

"Right. Of course." Stiles replied nodding almost sadly, because we both knew if it started before that he would've known about it since I spent every night in his house. "It looked like you were in real pain though, is it always like this?" He asked the question already frowning with worry.

"No no, it was probably because I slept on a bed, you know how much I hate them." I replied smiling slightly attempting to make him feel better.

"Oh god I was so drunk, I didn't even notice I'm sorry."

"I was joking Stiles, it's fine." We both knew I got so uncomfortable on beds, and when I spent the nights; Stiles always insisted that we sleep on the floor so I would sleep better.

"What was the nightmare about?" Stiles hesitantly asked.

"The accident but it's not what happened; it's like I was the coyote and the human."

Confused now, Stiles leaned further on the table."What do you mean?"

I cringed."I was human watching myself as a coyote attack my family."

"Jesus Malia, no wonder you looked like that," he paused, playing with his finger."It only started after you...you left?"

"Yeah, sounds about right." I responded softly.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there." Was his soft reply.

I flinched slightly. "Stiles, please don't-"

He interrupted shrugging."No I mean I wish I had been there for you; that's all I'm saying."

"Can I explain to you now?" I started gently,"I can answer all of your questions I mean." I finished hope lacing my voice, but Stiles just kept looking at the table drumming his fingers on it.

"Alright I guess I'll just start; something happened with my father something awful...but I'm not gonna get into it now; this is about-"

"No no please just tell me everything okay?" Stiles interrupted not angrily but still sternly.

"I almost transformed that night as in a full on coyote,"I paused letting that information sink in, as Stiles sat up straighter in his chair looking at me now and giving me his full attention. "I didn't feel like myself especially after he kept saying that it was my fault,"I paused again to let out a breath, not looking back at Stiles now even though I felt his stare on me."They were dead because of me and that's when I lost it; I loved smelling his fear when he saw me for the first time it was like I was so powerful and I loved the fact that he knew I could literally crush him." I continued my voice small. Ashamed. But he wanted to know and he deserved to know.

"So when he said that...I...I hit him." I felt and heard his gasp, "I kept punching him, but I swear Stiles I don't know how that happened, it was like I was someone else but thankfully I stopped...and then he kicked me out," Stiles was quiet which worried me; he stood up walking up to the counter and leaning on it.

"That explains his face when went to ask about you."

"God I'm sorry Stiles I didn't...I wasn't-"

"Malia that wasn't you, okay? Believe me I know what it's like to have no control over your actions."

Of course he knew what it was like.

"I know but I still feel-"

"Guilty. I know," He interrupted frowning,"That's human."

Human. For some reason I still didn't think of myself as one.

"I almost killed him Stiles; I barely stopped in time-"

"Stop stop no, I won't let you guilt yourself;" He started making his way towards me, as he pulled the chair right next to me and took my hand."The important part is you stopped okay? That's what you need to think about, it's awful what happened was awful but it wasn't intentional."

I furrowed my brows."But what if it was?"

Stiles shook his head fiercely."You can't think like that...you just can't."

Inhaling deeply, I feebly gave a nod to assure him I understood. But I think he didn't understand; because Stiles was possessed of course it wasn't intentional with him. Me, I was an animal at heart. He slowly let go of my hand and leaned back in his chair awkwardly.

"The first place I ran to was the woods, in my den,"I started again, searching and waiting for his reactions."It felt like home, you know? It just felt so safe,"

"It was like I could block everything else there, just a coyote living in the woods; it was like none of that other shit happened and I was just back to myself."

"I know I know it's hard for you to understand-"

"Who is Will?"

The interruption was so abrupt and surprising; I blinked a few times and waited to make sure I heard him right. I snapped my eyes to his face to find that he wasn't looking at me he was again staring at the table.

"Scott told you about him." It wasn't a question.

"Was he not supposed to?"

"Nah it's fine; you know he's in our math class, right? So he is a friend. Did he tell you about his-"

"Define friend, would you?" He asked voice edgy and face hard, now eyes blazing into mine.

"What?" I stupidly wondered.

"You know like is he Scott kinda friend or you know...me kinda friend?"

Shocked and indignant I asked. "Are you asking what I think you're asking?"

"Well yeah, I mean we all know how warped your opinion is on friends, once you wanted to eat one so..."

"That is different! I can't believe you're questioning my loyalty?"

He rolled his eyes. "Come on Malia, it's a fair question."

I glowered. "No it's fucking not!"

"Can you blame me!? Why was he is the only one who knew where were you?" He asked voice loud and hurt, as he got up to walk around the kitchen.

Standing up too I crossed my arms."Stiles it wasn't like I went to him; I found him one day throwing up and thought I would talk to him." I explained surprisingly calm.

"Why Malia why did you TRUST HIM AND NOT ME?" He suddenly exploded as he marched over to stand right in front of me, inches away."WHY WAS IT SO EASY TO LET HIM HELP AND NOT ME?"

"BECAUSE HE WAS NOBODY!"

That seemed to stop his rant as he stared at me eyes still ablaze and a little confused, hesitantly I raised my hand and cupped his right cheek; gently rubbing it.

"He was a stranger, he was not a constant reminder of what happened, he was just there,"I kindly whispered slowly rubbing my thumb back and forth on his cheek, watching as he closed his eyes. "I wanted to get away from it all, it had nothing to do with him being special. It was the opposite actually." I felt Stiles pull me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly tugging me even closer till nothing separated us I kept one hand on his cheek as I wrapped my other arm around his shoulder. It's funny that he went from yelling to this.

"You're the only one I trust, Stiles. You're just...the only one." I whispered as I brought his face closer to mine; my lips grazing his once and I felt and heard his heartbeat pick up extremely fast as he let out a breath.

"Don't ever question it." I murmured against his lips before finally kissing him, we both groaned deeply as we attacked each others mouths, I opened his lips with mine invading his mouth with my tongue as he again let out loud moan. He pushed me back against the kitchen table and I hopped on it wrapping my legs around him; lips still connected as I arched my back grinding against him.

"Fuck."He muttered hands clawing at my back, lips leaving mine and traveling down my neck. Taking his earlobe between my teeth I huskily whispered.

"Do you wanna go to your bedroom?"

"God yes!"

Suddenly and loudly and annoyingly a phone started ringing, we both jumped; Stiles staring at me with desperation in his eyes, we both waited with jagged breath for it to stop ringing but of course it didn't. We both groaned in disappointment, reluctantly pulling away.

"Hello." Stiles literally growled answering the phone; making me chuckle.

"Yeah Scott I'm bu...What? How do you know?"

I sat in silence waiting for him to end this stupid phone call. A few minutes later he hung up.

"Scott thinks Derek is missing."

"Where did he get that?"

"He says he hasn't been answering his texts or calls."

I instantly remembered the fact that I hadn't told him about Peter and that he was the one I found last night, but I mean Peter couldn't have done anything to Derek, he just used his phone; it had nothing to do with Scott thinking that Derek is missing. There was no need to bring this up, when Stiles and I were finally fine we were just getting better, even if we weren't great; talking about this when we just made up was only going to make it worse; even I knew that. This is gonna come back and bite me in the ass, I thought.

"Hmm that is weird." Was my response.

"Yeah, Scott is coming over now." He said meaningfully.

"Well, we can always be quick."I teased smirking slowly walking over to him; but he took a step back.

"Actually maybe it would be a good idea if we wait a while."

Scowling I raised an eye brow."Wait?"

"God, I can't believe I'm saying this." He said more to himself than me as he ran his fingers through his hair.

A little Exasperated I asked."Why?"

"I don't know it seems...logical." He answered lamely.

I decided to play along, I mean surely he was gonna cave anyway. So continuing to walk towards him I stopped when I made contact with his body; I slowly brushed my breast up against him; I whispered. "If you really think you can wait..."

"Yeah, I really need to process everything we talked about." He said voice deep and breaking slightly, air rushing out of his mouth. I nodded in understanding, brushing my lips lightly against his before continuing my path from his cheek down his neck while Stiles dropped his head back groaning.

"I hate you."