Author's note: Hello guys, look who's here! The new chapter!

So, it looks like I gave up use music lyrics to title the chapters. It's true. I don't know how it's gonna be now on, but I don't think people really care.

I'm sorry it took longer to update, I traveled during the Easter break and it was hard to write everything. Do you know that I have a new fic? Stalia, yes. I like to say it's "The Scars on Our Hearts (extended version)" hehe. It's called "Wait until it's over" and it's The scar on our hearts extended - and updated - version. It's cool to write, the chapters are short and adorable (in my opinion. I don't know about other people's, I get so few reviews. Doesn't mean I'll stop writing though.)

Also, this chapter. It was supposed to have more things and be longer, but you know what? Not today.

It has some ~hot and sexual~ scenes, you might want to send the kids to bed, I'm warning you.

I liked to write it and I also looked some Celtic mythology, I got really excited. There's so many things that can be explored and it's amazing. Did you know that Lydia's animal is the bear? Did you know that? So cool! I need to find some poetry about it.

Anyway, I'll leave you to the chapter, that's what matters.

I'm sorry for my english and I hope you like it - and review it!

Chapter seven: A wolf's call

"I found the weakness and put it to play
Swore upon the stars I'd keep you 'til a nightless day.
(…) Goodness gracious, I can't seem to stop
calling you up just to keep crawling to your arms."
Ellie Goulding

They spent the night before the full moon – their third night before the full moon together – watching videos of Malia's childhood. She pointed here and there moments she remembered and Stiles got to know a few precious things about her.

His favorite: Malia was a prankster. She had been since she was little, and not the kind of prank any kid could do: she was one of the smartest pranksters Stiles had ever knew, even as good as he was. The devilish kind, his father used to say. There was this one time when she was five that she convinced her younger sister – who was only three at the time - that the most comfortable sleeping place was the TV room's cabinet; she watched for about half an hour her parents looking for the youngest Tate desperately, until she decided it was time to tell them she knew where her baby sister was.

It was devilish. But it was also genius. If Stiles had a younger sibling, he sure as hell would pull out something like that.

Because there was this time when he was seven that he convinced the whole class that they should talk really low around Scott, so he'd think something was wrong with his hearing. It lasted about three days, and Scott was convinced that he had selective hearing, since the only thing he could hear properly was the teacher and his mother.

"We are quite a match." Malia said, after they shared a few more stories, and Stiles had to agree.

"People better get on our good side, I guess." He replied and she nodded, agreeing.

-X-

It said a lot about her turning into a coyote instead of a wolf. Like Jackson was a lizard, right? Personality. You didn't need to be a genius to figure that out.

Her self-control that was the scariest. Stiles had a few theories himself – the best one being she lived for so long in animal form, it became easy to understand its instincts.

"After surviving in the woods" she once told him "it's easier to understand humans and their whys and dos. Not even math can be that hard anymore."

It almost made him want to experience being a shifter, but he knew better. Some people weren't born to it and besides, he could experience the shift through Malia. Not like, seeing it in her eyes, but to mentor her was different than what he did with Scott. More delightful, he could say.

"Good morning." He greeted a very sleepy Malia after he turned off the alarm. She smiled.

"Morning." Stiles kissed her and she suddenly was very conscious of his erection and his hands on her hips. Untangling from him, she playfully looked under the sheets. "Watcha gonna do about it?"

He shrugged and pulled her closer, his lips in hers.

"I might or might not have a couple of ideas; what do you think?"

It was quite an unfair question, since his fingers were playing between her tights and she couldn't formulate any reasonable thought. Removing the remaining clothes they were so proud of being able to keep on the night before, Stiles rolled on top of Malia, kissing her. She numbly reached for the box of condoms at the head of his bed, dropping it, the square little packages raining on them, making them laugh.

He fished one of the condoms and put it on in record time, placing himself between her very inviting legs. There was the breathing and the moaning and her nails digging his skin and Malia wasn't ashamed of touching him and he loved, loved, loved her touch, for she was dedicated to him the way he was dedicated to her. And she whispered his name with such passion it made Stiles committed to that girl and that girl only.

And there were the kisses and the heat and the Oh Gods and his orgasm happened at the same time of one of hers and he saw her eyes flashing its blue coyote color.

"Holy shit!" Stiles exclaimed, amazed and Malia was smiling, her eyes – back to its dark brown – were shining.

"That was…" she started, breathing heavily. "fucking amazing."

He got off her and lay on his back by her side, breathing equally heavy. They both stood there, looking at the ceiling.

"It fucking was." He agreed.

After almost a whole minute of silence, both of them recovering, Stiles looked at Malia. It took a few seconds for her to look back.

"Did you get to finish?" he asked and she shrugged, mouth pouted and shook her head.

"Kind of."

"Kind of?"

"Meh. Not totally."

Stiles raised an eyebrow.

"It's fine." Malia added and he shook his head no.

"It's not fine when it can be great." He said in her lips, before he kissed her and started making his way down, marking it with his mouth and tongue. He spent some precious minutes in her breasts, teasing her over the fabric of her bra.

"How long do we have?" she asked under her breath, her fingers tangled in his hair. Stiles looked at the clock.

"Enough." He answered, and continued going down. He knew the way to her cherry very well and it was a path he liked damn much shamelessly.

As soon as she felt his lips in her, the warmth spread through her body. That boy… he had a magic tongue. What was his supernatural power again? Oh, yeah, Sex God. Not that she knew much, but the things she and Stiles learned together…

A hot shiver went through her spine and she felt the urge to throw away the sheets that covered them, for they were way too warm. But she couldn't control her body; she felt weak and at the same time strong, low moans raising from within and getting out through her parted lips, hands clutching the sheets so fiercely she could rip it any moment. Her lungs were betraying her and right when she gasped for air, the door opened.

Sheriff Stilinski looked from Malia's out of breath figure on his son's bed and quickly realized, without needing to verbalize anything, where Stiles was. He optioned to say nothing about it.

"You two have class today." He said and the werecoyote nodded. "Good morning, Malia, didn't know you were here. I'm leaving for work, Stiles, don't forget to lock the door."

"I won't!" he answered, his voice muffled, because of all the layers of fabric he was under.

The Sheriff turned to leave, but he had one last thing to say.

"You know, you're too damn quiet. If you made some noise I'd know it's better to keep the door closed."

He left, doing just it and not seeing Malia's nod. She moved her head to see the time and right when she registered that they still had twenty minutes or so to finish, eat and take a shower – not exactly in this order -, Stiles went back to business, pulling the last string of sanity from her body.

Stiles had gone down on her before, probably more times than she had gone down on him; and he did drive her to cosmic orgasms, but that morning was the morning of full moon and she couldn't be more sensitive or he more in point. It was hard to tell who had the timing right. And it didn't take two minutes for her to feel the craziest rush of pleasure and adrenalin run through her veins. Her eyes were blue, for she could see as a coyote and Stiles sat down, throwing the sheets on the floor.

"Holy shit, you never did that before!"

She had never felt like that before. She could barely talk, but she saw the liquid dripping from his chin down his chest.

"It was the orgasmic-est orgasm ever." He continued, completely amazed. "Fuck, that was awesome."

Malia just lay there, breathing heavily and looking at him, and with his words, she laughed. It was awesome. God, it was beyond awesome.

"Why aren't you talking? You're a talker, are you okay?"

She just smiled and nodded.

"Come here, Stiles." Malia called, and he lay on top of her. Before putting her mouth in his, she whipped the remaining of her liquid from his chin with her hand. "You are amazing." She said and they kissed long and deeply.

"Wanna go take a shower first?" he asked, a few minutes later and she shook her head.

"Go ahead, I'm right behind you." She watched his naked figure walk to the bathroom, removing the condom on the way, and wondered if she had enough strength in her legs to stand.

A hella rad way to start the day of the full moon, and it wasn't even eight in the morning.

-X-

"We are going to Deaton's clinic." Malia told Scott when they were at the school's parking lot after class. "I feel different today."

"Different how?" Scott asked. Over the last three months, Malia proved to be a quick learner and very good at controlling her anger – the anger, she told, that was the reason she was put in Eichen House in the first place.

"I don't know." She frowned, thinking hard. "It started this morning, after th-" and suddenly she was blushed, something that made Scott laugh.

"Okay, I don't need to know." He said, patting her shoulder.

"Is that weird?"

"Actually, no." Scott assured her. "It just proves that he's your anchor. You can hold on to Stiles and he'll keep your feet on the ground."

"I suppose, yes." Malia responded distant, looking around until she found Stiles and Lydia sitting side by side at the flowerbed. Stiles was saying something, but Lydia was very focused on write something in his pulse with the same black pen Malia was a victim before. "Did you notice that Lyds is all draftsman today?"

Scott raised an eyebrow and lifted his left arm, showing the draw in his pulse. Malia did the same, showing hers. They had different drawings, a pattern of lines that meant nothing to them, but probably did to the banshee.

"I did. She's doing it to everyone, including Danny."

"What does it mean?"

"I don't know." Scott answered. "But today is full moon and we better trust the banshee, I guess."

"Probably."

They stood there, in silence, for almost a whole minute, enough time to Kira to arrive.

"Hey guys, did you get cool tattoos from Lydia?" she said excitedly, showing her wrist. Her draw was different too.

"Yes." They said at the same time.

"Do you even know what it means?" they heard Stiles say probably too loud and looked at them.

Lydia shrugged.

"Maybe."

The boy looked at her very seriously for a dead moment.

"Is something going to happen today?"

"I'm not sure." She said, and looked over to where Scott, Malia and Kira were standing. She knew they could use their super hearing to know what she was saying. "We can use some extra protection, in my opinion."

That was the thing about Lydia. She was strong and fierce, she knew the things she wanted. But when it came to her magic, she still got terrified, for she didn't know the things she could do. To be a banshee was to have voices in her head, and she knew very well that the voices could trick her.

"Okay, fine." Stiles agreed, and looked at his pulse. "What do these mean?"

She said nothing until he looked in her eyes.

"Deaton will tell you."

He waited one more moment, before he realized that was all the girl would tell him.

"Fair." He said, and stood up, offering a hand to help the girl to stand up too and they walked to his car.

"Should we be worried?" Scott asked Lydia.

"No." she answered. "But maybe you should be with them when she changes." The banshee pointed Stiles and Malia. Scott just nodded. He'd be there, only not immediately. The couple needed a time alone with Beacon Hills' vet.

Stiles took photos of his friends' drawings before hopping in the car with Malia. He knew that Deaton could know the meaning of every single one of those symbols.

"What did she draw in you?" Malia asked when they followed the line of cars heading out of the parking lot and Scott showed her.

Lydia had taken time and effort to make his symbols. Not just one, like everyone else – a simple Celtic symbol with some somber meaning -, but two; one of them a Celtic tree, with knots around forming a circle. The drawing spread ink for most of the skin in his pulse and next to it was the little symbol similar to everyone else's.

"Woa, that's very elaborated." Malia commented, tracing the lines lightly, afraid of screwing the paint. "I saw she took longer do make yours and was wondering why."

The line moved along a few meters and Malia changed position in her seat, bothered.

"Are you okay?" Stiles asked a bit worried.

"I always have this bad feeling when the full moon is hours away and I'm on a car." She answered and he took her hand kindly. She looked at him.

"Just remember that you're way more experienced now and that everything will be fine."

"How can you possibly know?" she said, the nervousness clear in her voice and he just caressed her wrist right where Lydia had drawn the symbol.

"I trust Lydia and I trust you. Relax, okay? We'll be at the clinic in ten minutes."

Taking a few deep breaths, Malia nodded at the exactly moment the line of cars cleared and Stiles could turn and ride away. She felt calmer already.

"How is it?" he suddenly asked. "The feeling when the sun is coming down and the moon is about to show up?"

She looked at him for an instant, thinking how she'd put it in words.

"Right now, I feel all weird. I mean, I'm myself, but it's like I have a beast trying to reach the surface. It happened the other times too, but today I feel ready; I think I'm gonna make it to coyote form. I didn't feel that confident before, you know?"

He just nodded, looking to the road, and bit his lower lip.

"Marin says that's a big deal – your animal form." Stiles said, sounding calmer than he actually was about it. Sometimes he wondered if he couldn't have a girl who'd be simple, but then, what'd be the fun of it? "Do you have any idea why?"

"I told you already," she said, looking away. "I don't know. She told me that too, you know? Marin. She's been on my heels since Echo House and she's a real pain in the ass."

"Tell me about it." He replied, and they exchanged a look, smiling.

"Anyway, I think we can find out today, huh?" Malia added, assuming a more relaxed position in the passenger's seat. Stiles looked at his wrist all painted in black ink.

"I hope so."

And just after the next corner they saw the vet clinic.

A/N: I KNOW, NOW THAT THINGS WERE ABOUT TO HAPPEN, I'M SORRY. I'll try to write and post ASAP, okay?

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