Author's note: Hello, guys! Another fic of mine suddenly ending. I know, boo!

You see, I can't even begin to describe how grateful I am for every single one of you who came and read and reviewed and all that jazz. This is my most visualized, favorited and followed fanfic ever! And I've been in this site since 2006. It makes me so happy that I made people happy with what I write, even if it's just bad fanfiction. You guys are the best and I love you very deeply. (is true!)

For those who are weeping for The Moon Howls, don't worry. Good thing is: I do plan on coming back next year with season 5 and write more on the same format (same format!). I already even have a name for it, but I'll keep it a secret because who knows if someone will steal it? Can't risk it. u_u

Also, if you keep track of the Stalia/Malia tag, you can see that I'm always posting stuff, so fear not! You will see me around! Hehe (in fact, I might soon: finish Wait until it's over and start: a sequel to Five times Stiles and Malia etc, an extension to the prompts three and five that I posted on Wrapped with a ribbon on it for the Stalia Week) So I hope seeing YOU around, can I?

And let's go to the chapter.

TWENTY-THREE

Bored, Stiles pulled the nearest chair to sit on. He was hungry too and it was very sneaky of his father handcuffing him and denying him food. Unfair, also. Okay, he had done the exactly opposite thing he had promised, but hey! It was necessary!

He had asked for the other deputies to take that thing out, but everyone said they had orders from the Sheriff not to do that. Very sneaky, dad.

So he was sitting there, completely bored – and exhausted, and starving.

"Stiles?" he heard Malia call and his head immediately snapped up. She was standing by the door, a pizza box on her hands and a smile on her face. She shook the box. "Look what I brought you! Peperoni, your favorite!"

"Are you going to let me eat it?" he asked, practically hopeless and she stepped closer, frowned.

"Of course I will."

She sat on his lap and opened the box. The smell of cheese and peperoni filled the room and his mouth watered.

"Can you break the cuffs?" he asked, taking a slice with his free hand. Malia took a slice to herself and shook her head no.

"Sheriff said not just yet."

"Are you obeying him?!" Stiles exclaimed, shocked and Malia nodded soberly.

"He says is part of the rules if I really want to join the family."

Stiles laughed. She was deadly serious and that was extremely adorable. He kissed her shoulder.

"You already are family, silly."

With that, she smiled and they looked in each other's eyes.

"And family means never forget or leave behind?" she completed; he nodded. "That I understand."

A/N: The end.

Joke, see you guys next year, will I? Thank you so much for reading and getting this far, this is so important! Can you leave your review one last time? x