Chapter 6: Stiles has Kinks and Remembers Things

"See what for ourselves?"

"There was a fight at the hospital - a guy with no mouth - killed Sean Walcott - Liam was there-"

"Scott slow down, you're not making any sense," I interrupted, watching a panting Scott with growing concern.

"Dude just start from the beginning, what happened?" Stiles asked while Scott took a deep breath.

"Okay, I can't really say much without showing you guys but long story short, there was a fight at the hospital."

"And now Sean Walcott is dead, the guy whose family was murdered by the family-murdering axe murderer, that guy?" Stiles went on.

"Okay, we're seriously going to need a better name for this guy than 'Family-Murdering Axe Murderer' because it's a mouthful," I whined. Both boys gave me blank looks and I shook my head. "Fine, what else?"

"The worst part was that Liam was there," Scott sighed.

"Liam, the guy you two pummeled because of some weird testosterone-fueled logic?" I asked and Scott nodded.

"Yeah, well Sean dragged him to the rooftop and launched into this whole spiel about how wendigos need food and nearly threw Liam off the roof."

"I'm sorry, a wendigo?" Stiles questioned and Scott nodded. They both turned to me in inquisition.

"Do you know what that is?"

I shrugged, "Well they're cannibalistic shape-shifters. Which makes perfect sense considering the meat locker filled with dead people. I had no idea there were any in this region."

"Okay but Liam saw all of this? Did you explain it to him?" Stiles questioned.

Scott blanched, "Not exactly. Which is why I need the two of you to come with me."

"Where are we going?" I asked, shrugging on a jacket, Stiles putting on his shoes.

"My house, and while we're on the way, Stiles, I need you to tell your dad everything I told you. Except for Liam, don't tell him about Liam. I also kind of need Derek to get over to the hospital, to see what he can find."

"But is there anything to find?" I asked him. "I mean it seems like you were there and saw everything. That must give you a lot of need-to-know information."

"I don't know who killed Sean Walcott. The guy had no mouth and I've never seen anything like him before," My eyes widened and I looked over to Stiles, who mirrored my expression.

Scott was already hopping back on his bike while Stiles climbed into the jeep. He looked expectantly at me, "June, are you coming?"

I nodded, turning around to go back into the house, "Yeah, I am. I'm just gonna grab Lydia's notebook and tell her about it." I ran back into the house and back up into Stiles' room fetching Lydia's notebook before running back downstairs. I hurriedly hopped into the jeep and Stiles took off in the direction of the McCall household. His phone was already glued to his ear as I brought out my own to call Lydia.

"Hello?"

"Lyds, it's me," I explained, flipping through the pages of her notebook.

"Obviously, you know there is such a thing as caller ID," She droned, and her tone was reminiscent to that which she always adopted when painting her toes.

"Great, Lydia, I'm going to need you to put down the nail polish for a second and listen."

"How did you even know I was-"

"Like I don't know you at all, Lydia. That's not the point. The point is, I know why Malia didn't understand your notes."

"Do enlighten me, everyone else gets them, I don't know why she wouldn't."

"Lydia if I wasn't as smart as you, I would have no idea what you wrote either. But your notebook doesn't have math notes in it."

"What would it have in it then?"

"Looking closely at it, I'd say you wrote out a code of some kind. I'm just not entirely sure which one it was."

"A code?" Lydia sounded disbelieving.

"Yes," I explained, "A code. Look, I don't have time to go over it myself or to bring you back your notes, so I'm sending you some pictures of it." I put the phone on speaker as I went started fiddling with it to get to its camera.

"Okay why do you need me to look at a code I supposedly wrote?" Lydia asked doubtfully.

"Because if you didn't know you wrote this willingly, then what if it's you being a banshee telling you something important? Something pertaining to death?"

"Maybe you should send me the notes," I heard her say and I smiled. I took several pictures and sent them to her before taking the phone off of speaker.

"Did you get them?" I asked her.

"Hang on - yep. I have them."

"And?"

"Well I'm not going to know what it is right away, now am I?" I rolled my eyes.

"Lydia-"

"But looking at it from a glance," She pressed on, "I would say you're right. It is a code."

Stiles pulled up to Scott's house at the same time Scott did.

"Okay look, Lydia. Keep me posted on what it is, text me as soon as you know."

"Why couldn't you do this again?"

I huffed, "Scott needs my help right now with something I'm sure you'll hear about tomorrow. Talk to you then," I told her and hung up my phone. Scott was bouncing on his feet ushering us inside. I put my phone away and tuned in to Scott's conversation with Stiles.

"Like I said, I told my dad everything I could," Stiles explained as Scott led us to the stairs.

"But you didn't tell him about Liam?" Scott asked again.

"You barely told us about Liam," Stiles argued.

"What did you do with him, anyway?" I asked.

"He's upstairs," Scott told us.

"Doing what?"

"Um - lying down."

Upstairs lying down apparently meant lying down in Scott's bathroom, in his bathtub, with duct tape around his entire body. When Scott ripped back the curtain to reveal the whimpering freshman, I couldn't help but shut my eyes in resignation. It did not escape my attention how one of Liam's arms was dripping with blood from a nasty gash very similar to a bite.

Scott closed the curtain and we all slowly walked out of the bathroom. The three of us slowly sat down on Scott's bed in sync, and stared at the wall. Stiles was the first to say anything.

"So you bit him," He stated, and I saw Scott nod from my peripheral.

"Yeah."

"And you kidnapped him," He said again.

"Yeah."

"And then you brought him here," I said, wondering why in the hell he would do that.

"I panicked," He defended.

"Yup," Stiles agreed. "This isn't gonna end with us burying the pieces of his body out in the desert is it?"

We all turned our heads towards the bathroom when Liam's cries of protest at that last statement reached our ears.

Stiles nodded in acceptance, "As a reminder, this is why I always come up with the plans. Your plans suck."

"I know," Scott said quietly. "Which is why I came to your house. So what do we do?"

Another beat of silence before Stiles sighed through his nose and stood up. He scrambled downstairs before coming back up with a chair.

"We just have to tell him the truth," He said. "Scott, go grab Liam." Scott did as asked and carried the boy over his shoulder into his bedroom. He set Liam down in the chair so he was facing the three of us. He glared up at us as he breathed heavily and I sighed.

"Okay, Liam. We're gonna take the tape off of your mouth. If you scream, it goes right back on. If you talk quietly, it stays off. Got it?" I asked him, and he looked up at me. I nodded reassuringly and he nodded back. Stiles ripped the tape off harshly and Liam hissed. But he looked up at us silently, waiting for us to explain.

"Okay Liam, you've seen a lot of confusing things tonight. And more confusing things are going to happen because of the confusing things that happened tonight. Do you understand?"

"Not really," Liam said.

"Good, that's good," Stiles said sarcastically.

"I don't understand either," Scott told me, leaning in to whisper in my ear.

"I don't think anyone did," I whispered back, "Just go with it."

"Maybe you should tell him," Stiles said, not taking his eyes off of Liam, who was glancing between the three of us.

"Tell me what?" He asked impatiently.

"Liam," Scott started, "What happened to you, what I did to you, which I had to do in order to save you, it's going to change you."

"Unless it kills you," My eyes widened as my head whipped over to where Stiles was. I hit his arm harshly and he looked over at me incredulously.

"Shouldn't've said that, dumbass!" I told him.

"What?" Liam whispered, his breathing picking up.

"Uh..."

"Uh-oh. Uh-oh, is he crying?" Stiles asked.

"Well maybe if some people learned to shut their mouths when it's appropriate," I suggested and Stiles glared back at me.

Scott crouched down before our bickering could ensue, and looked at Liam. "Liam, it's going to be okay. You're going to be alright. You're not gonna die," He tried over Liam's crying.

"Probably not," Stiles crouched down next to him and I flicked his ear hard.

"Seriously, stop it. Does everything I say go in one ear and out the other or something?" I asked him.

"Okay possibly not," Stiles corrected.

"Jesus Christ," I exclaimed.

"Look would you just - just help me untie him?" Scott asked, and we all set to work on untying Liam from his bonds. As soon as Liam was free, he kept his gaze down on the floor.

"Liam, are you okay?" Scott asked resigned. Liam stood up slowly, still looking at the floor.

"We're sorry about that," Stiles tried. "We're really sorry."

Sorry didn't seem to do much good for Liam as he quickly turned and grasped the chair. He spun back around and broke the chair over Scott's head, sending Scott to the ground. In surprise, I backed up a bit as Stiles stepped in front of me.

"Liam, what the hell is your-?" He was cut off when Liam threw a heavy punch onto Stiles' jaw, sending Stiles backwards into the dresser. I quickly went over to him as Liam hopped over me and rush out of Scott's room. Quick to make sure Stiles wasn't too hurt, I hurried out the doorway to see Liam examining his supposedly injured ankle.

"Liam, listen to me!" I tried, but when he turned around, I only saw anger in his eyes. He rushed at me and pushed me backwards. He must've used an unnatural amount of force, as I was sent flying into the back wall of the hallway. He effectively knocked the air out of me, and I was forced to regain breathing in lieu of trying to stop Liam.

In front of me, I heard Stiles yell out, "GET HIM!" Followed by many loud yells and multiple crashes as I saw all three of the boys tumble down the stairs. Eyes widened in shock, I stumbled down the hallway to the top of the stairs, where the sounds of scuffling were heard. When I rounded the corner, I saw two boys wrestling with each other's legs, and the front door wide open.

Stiles was incessantly yelling that he got Liam before he opened his eyes and saw he was in fact holding Scott's leg. Stiles' own foot was pressed up against Scott's face. Stiles quickly let go of Scott, and Scott frustratedly brushed Stiles off of him. The two of them stared out the open door as I hobbled down the stairs. Scott and Stiles looked up at me when I reached the main floor.

I glared at Stiles, "Your plan sucked too," I wheezed, clutching my aching back.

"Morning June!" Malia chirped happily as she went down the hallway into Stiles' room. I nodded in delirium as I stood in my pajamas in the doorway of the guest room about to make my way to the bathroom. I figured Stiles could handle the whole talk of the full moon and I went into the bathroom, getting ready for the school day. In between brushing my teeth and washing my face, I heard little snippets of their conversation about Liam and Lydia's lake house.

I was shrugging on my blouse when I saw the sheriff walk by with a travel mug of coffee in his hand. He nodded at me and told me to have a good day before making his way down to his son's room. I quirked an eyebrow when I heard him say, "I don't even want to know."

I heard the sheriff's footsteps draw nearer when I heard Stiles yell out, "There's nothing to know, 'cause I just..."

The sheriff walked by again and stopped in my doorway before looking at me again, disbelief on his face. "How you like my son is beyond me, really." I smiled largely as he walked away, and I padded over to Stiles' room. Inside was Stiles sitting on the bed next to Malia, as he held her arm which was chained up. A creak in the floorboards signaled my presence, and they both looked up at me again.

Stiles' cheeks flared red, and Malia just waved at me again. Looking from Stiles to the chains on Malia and inferring what Stiles's father walked in on, my smile grew bigger.

"June, I-"

I put my hands up in the air, "Hey, we all have our kinks, I'm not judging. Just wondering how far I can take this joke. I'd say to the grave, probably."

"June, it's not-"

"I don't get it," Malia said, taking off the cuff from the chain.

"Please don't ever grow up," I told her, tucking in my undershirt to my shorts. I looked back over to Stiles, "And why aren't you ready to go yet? We're supposed to meet Scott early so we can intercept Liam."

"Intercept, what are we, spies?"

"No, I'm June, and you're Stiles, remember? The boy with the bondage kinks?" I laughed when his cheeks flared up again.

"I like that blouse, June," Malia said, ignoring what I just said. I looked down at my outfit.

"Hey thanks, I'll let you borrow it sometime. Chop chop, ladies and gents, we have a school to get to, a freshman to save from his own newly developed werewolf powers, and a Stiles to thoroughly embarrass for his supposed sexual endeavors," I said as I walked back over to my room and threw on my converse.

"Scott, if you keep staring like that you'll develop a cataract or something-"

"It's Liam," Scott interrupted me, and Stiles and I turned our heads to where Scott was looking. There in fact was Liam, wearing a bright white bandage on his arm and talking to another freshman boy by the school buses. Well, he was a little too twitchy to just be talking. He jumped at several small sounds, and his head was darting around everywhere like a paranoid recluse on a public outing.

"Well that was easy," I remarked, looking back over at Scott.

"No, it wasn't. We still need to explain to him what happened," Scott argued.

"Is he even going to want to talk to us? I mean you did technically kidnap him," Stiles asked.

"He'll have to talk to us, we can't just leave him to fend for himself."

"Well he should've thought of that before he threw me into a wall," I pouted and Scott rolled his eyes.

"Look, will the two of you just go inside, we'll try and corner him in the music hallway," Scott ordered, and Stiles grabbed my arm as a signal to leave. I trudged along behind Stiles when the overhead bell rang.

"Oh shit, he'll be making his way in already," Stiles muttered before grabbing a hold of my hand and pulling me down a hallway. I'll admit, between the running and the hand-holding with Stiles, I wasn't sure which got my heart racing faster.

We stopped abruptly at an intersection of hallways before looking down a hallway to see Liam being followed in by Scott.

"Liam, hey!" Stiles shouted before running down the hall to stop him from moving along any farther.

"We need to talk," Scott insisted and Liam shook his head.

"No you need to back the hell up, okay? All three of you."

"Can you just listen for one second. Please?" Scott asked and Liam waved his hands, inviting Scott to continue.

"Liam, we're brothers now," Scott said, and I saw Liam tense.

"Oh my god, Scott are you trying to explain what happened or are you telling him you've initiated him into a cult?" I asked and Scott glowered at me.

"What are you talking about? We just met and you bit me."

"The bite," Scott continued, much to mine and Stiles' dismay, "The bite is a gift."

"Scott, stop. Please stop," Stiles begged and went to stand next to Scott while pointing at Liam. "You, you, we are trying to help you, you little runt."

"By kidnapping me?" Liam asked.

Stiles scratched his temple, "Just to clarify Scott kidnapped you, alright? June and I aided and abetted." As he defended himself, Stiles pointed between me and him, and Liam turned to look at me.

I shook my head, "I honestly have no idea who these two are."

"Liam, I've gone through this before," Scott tried again, earning the focus of the three of us, "Something's happening to you. Something big."

Liam shook his head, "Nothing's happening to me." As if to prove a point, he tore off the white bandage to reveal smooth skin as he darted around me and walked away. "Nothing."

When he got down the hallway and out of earshot, I turned to the other two. Shrugging, I told Scott, "At least you didn't kill him."

"What do we do now?" Scott asked helplessly and Stiles shrugged.

"We need to inform the rest of your pack that there is a new player in town," Stiles said while clasping a hand on Scott's shoulder. I whipped out my phone and sent a group text to meet in between the school buses after lunch.

The morning came and went, and soon enough I was standing in a circle of my friends debating what to do with Liam tonight on the full moon.

"I'm not sharing my basement," Malia argued, and Lydia rolled her eyes.

"Actually it's my basement. And my mom noticed how you tore it up last time."

"Alright, she's still learning," I defended.

"We're gonna use the boathouse for Liam," Scott assured her. It's got support beams, we can chain him to one of them."

"But how do we get him out to the lake house if he doesn't trust us?" Kira asked.

"I say if it keeps him from murdering someone, we just chloroform the little bastard and throw him into the lake." Stiles said from next to me.

"I'm in," Malia suggested.

I shook my head indignantly, "No, Malia you're not. And Stiles, should we be worried at how often you seem to suggest violent resolutions?"

Stiles squinted his eyes in contemplation, "No I don't think so."

"We're not killing or kidnapping him," Scott insisted.

"Again," I muttered under my breath.

"Then let's be smarter," Lydia suggested, "We tell him there's a party and invite him."

"So you're gonna ask out a freshman?" Stiles asked.

"No I'm done with teenage boys," Lydia assured him, "But, if we're playing a trick on someone, let's use the trickster."

All eyes landed on Kira as she vehemently shook her head, "Me? No way, not me."

"Yes, you," I said. "You know what they call a female fox? A vixen."

"Me?" Kira asked doubtfully.

"You can do it, Kira. Be a vixen," Lydia echoed me, and we saw confidence light up in her eyes.

Night had fallen, and Lydia, Malia, Stiles, and I arrived at Lydia's lake house. All we were waiting on was Scott, Kira, and Liam to arrive. I helped Malia take the chains out of the back of the jeep when I heard Scott's motorbike pull up to us. He tugged off his helmet and put it on the bike before approaching a nerve-wracked Stiles.

"I just talked to Kira, she's on her way. She said it's all going fine."

"No it's not that. I have to tell you something. I asked around about Liam today and I know why he got kicked out of his last school," Stiles said before fishing out his phone.

"This is gonna be bad, isn't it?" Scott asked.

"He kind of got into it with one of his teachers. And - uh - the kid's got some serious anger issues."

"How serious?"

Stiles handed Scott his phone, "Well that's his teacher's car. After he took a crowbar to it."

"Alright, before anyone else blows a gasket at that revealing news, let's set up inside. We still need to help out Malia," I said, ushering everyone inside the house.

I just closed the door when we all heard the unmistakable sound of Kira's car pull up the drive. I turned around to see everyone else lined up in a row by the fireplace and I sighed. "We seriously couldn't think of a more casual formation?"

"Just come over here, June," Stiles waved me over and I huffed, marching to stand next to him. I faced the door once again and accidentally brushed shoulders with Stiles. I looked up at him as he looked down at me, and it felt like it was the first time we had made eye contact since we kissed last night. Blushing (although no one could see it in the dark), I apologized to Stiles.

Apparently Stiles and I let off a strong scent together. Malia let out a few audible sniffs and turned to face the two of us, "When did you guys kiss, then?" She asked and my eyes widened at her. Lydia and Scott whipped their heads around to face us, both in confusion and absolute glee upon hearing Malia's question.

"How even - what?" Stiles asked, confirming everyone's suspicion. Before we could be pressed further on the subject, Kira opened the front door, and we all had to turn back to the matter at hand. Liam walked in as Kira shut the door. He glared at all of us standing in the living room before turning back to Kira.

"Sorry," She shrugged and Liam faced us once again.

"What the hell is this?"

"Think of it like an intervention. You have a problem, Liam," Stiles said casually.

"And we're the only ones that can help," Scott continued and Liam crossed his arms.

"Before anybody AKA Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski says anything that they'll regret, let's just cut to the chase," I started, clasping my hands together. "Liam, you were bit by Scott, an alpha werewolf. Scott is the alpha of his very own special pack in Beacon Hills, one that up until you, didn't actually consist of another werewolf.

It consisted of a banshee, a kitsune, or a fox spirit; a werecoyote, a witch, and a human," I pointed to each of us respectively as I listed. "Last night at the hospital, Scott had to bite you to save your life. That bite magically healed, along with your broken ankle, and this only confirms what we know: you're a werewolf too. And that about sums up everything you need to know before tonight, the full moon, where you try to kill everyone and everything you come into contact with." I turn to Stiles, "Was that a satisfactory explanation?"

Stiles nodded, "Yeah that about covers it, I think."

Liam blinked before pointing at each of us again, "Werewolf. Werecoyote. Banshee. Fox?" He seemed slightly hesitant about Kira.

"Kitsune," She corrected, "But fox works."

"What are you two?" Liam nodded at Stiles and me.

"Well for a little while I was possessed by an evil spirit. It was very evil."

"What are you now?" Liam asked.

"Better?"

"Okay then what are you supposed to be again?" Liam looked at me.

"Oh, I'm a witch." I told him and he narrowed his eyes.

"Like Hermione Granger?"

I put a hand to my chest, "First of all, I am so thankful that you didn't say Harry Potter, no one ever does. Second, only sort of. Think of covens, and spell casting without wands."

Liam scoffed, "Yeah? Prove it."

I sighed, placing my hands out in front of me before Stiles quickly shot his hands out and grabbed mine. "Yeah, no. Not really a good idea, she likes lifting people by the ankles, nasty habit actually..."

Liam rolled his eyes and looked down at the coffee table separating us from him. He gestured to the bag of chains perched on top, "Are those for me?"

"Actually, they're for Stiles," I interrupted, "He has some serious sexual fantasies-"

"They're for me," Malia said at the same time Stiles threw a hand over my mouth. From the corner of my eye I saw Malia flash her blue eyes at Liam. Liam took a step back and cautiously looked over at all of us.

"How'd you do that?"

"You'll learn," Scott told him. "But first, you need to get through the full moon."

"The moon's already out." Liam quipped, anger seeping into his tone.

"And you're starting to feel something, aren't you?"

"I feel like I'm surrounded by a bunch of psychotic nut jobs. You guys are out of your freaking minds. I don't know how you did that eye thing, and I don't care. I'm walking out the door right now! And if any of you try to stop me, I swear to god I'm gonna-" Liam couldn't finish his ballistic rant before doubling over and clutching onto his ears and yelling in pain.

"What's wrong, Liam?" Scott walked over to him.

"You don't hear that?" Liam whined, and all of our heads went to the windows when we saw headlights shine through Lydia's curtains.

"Did you tell someone about this?" Lydia asked, not taking her eyes off the window.

"My friend Mason," We heard a large amount of people start getting out of cars, hooting and hollering. "You said it was a party."

"Who did Mason invite?" Stiles asked him and Kira looked back into the room.

"Everyone."

Liam continued to grunt in pain, his claws bared and scratching the wooden floors.

"The floors," Lydia exclaimed, "Get him off the floors." She advanced forward but stopped abruptly when Liam roared at her, fangs exposed and eyes flashing.

"We need to get him to the boathouse, now." Scott with the help of Kira, lifted Liam up and dragged him outside through the backdoor. As he did so, Malia lurched forward clutching the coffee table.

"June, Stiles," She warned.

"Yeah?" Malia looked up and growled at me. I quickly gathered up the bag of chains and threw Malia's arm over my shoulder.

"Basement, now," I instructed Stiles as he moved to the other side of me. Together, we moved over to the basement door.

"What am I supposed to do with the hordes gathering outside the door?" Lydia asked and we paused.

"Lydia, who throws the best parties in Beacon Hills?" Stiles asked rhetorically.

"What? Me, obviously," Lydia squeaked.

"Okay then, throw a party," Stiles said and Lydia's eyes turned to slits.

I sighed, "Look, Lyds, when Malia's under control I'll come upstairs and help you, okay? I know how to keep freshman in check." Lydia scoffed and waved us off. I took that as our cue to drag a panting Malia down to the basement. We moved her to the usual corner and as I set her down, Stiles set to work on the chains. He put the cuffs on Malia as she stared at her lap and attempted to control her breathing.

"Is that too tight?" Stiles asked, and she looked up. She was wolfed out as she panted still.

"Tighter." He did as she asked and tightened the chains until it wasn't possible to be any tighter. With that, I looked for the usual two buckets that were down in the basement as Stiles stood back to look at Malia. She nodded in understanding, "You can leave if you want."

"Worst part's not over, I'm not going anywhere, Malia," I assured her.

"Yeah and I'm not going anywhere," Stiles agreed, sitting on one of the two buckets. "And to be honest, I'm probably safer down here than in a party with fifty freshmen and a very pissed off Lydia." I smiled at that comment, but it was quick to vanish as I looked back over at Malia. The music was getting louder upstairs, and it seemed to make it harder for her to concentrate on control. Looking at her took me back to the time when Araya stated that she loved this kind of music for its savage energy. How right she was about that.

We sat there for several minutes until Malia simply couldn't take it. She began lunging at us, snarling and struggling against the chains that held her back. I sighed, hating to watch her like this.

"Stiles, June, please go."

"It's okay, I hate parties. It's a social anxiety thing. You ever had a panic attack?" He asked loudly as Malia continued to fight. I was amazed at how calm he was and how laser-focused he was in trying to get her to gain control.

"I'm having one now," She yelled before lunging at us again.

"Just breathe," I told her quietly, "Stiles and I? We're not gonna leave you."

"But what if I hurt you?"

"You won't. You're not going to."

"Ugh, but I want to," She cried out. "I look at your faces and I want to slash them. I want to tear at them. I want to feel your bones crack between my hands."

"Surprisingly enough, you're not the first person to ever say something like that," Stiles comforted, but to no avail, as Malia lurched again. "We're not leaving you. And I'm not gonna let you hurt anyone."

Malia lifted one of her arms to show us the torn leather cuff, nearing its demise, "You're not gonna have a choice." I looked over to Stiles nervously, and he put a reassuring hand on my back. She kept tugging and tugging until she finally got her way. Malia successfully broke free from one of the cuffs and lunged forward. Stiles pulled me by the waist and we stopped a safe distance away from the growling werecoyote. She kept tugging at the other restraint and clawing thin air in attempt to get to us.

"Should I-?" I started and Stiles shook his head.

"No, no she'd never learn control if magic stopped her every time," Stiles disagreed and I sighed.

"Malia," He tried, "I know you can hear me. Just listen to my voice."

"Listen to mine," Malia pleaded as she tugged on the chains, "Run."

"We're not running, Malia, don't be crazy," I told her, shaking slightly as Stiles stepped closer to her.

"I also don't think you're gonna hurt us," Stiles said loudly. "And I think that maybe you're so afraid of hurting us because of what you did to your family." Malia stopped trying to pull the chains out of the wall and looked at Stiles.

"I know what that's like, Malia," He continued. "I remember everything I did. And the worst part is I remember liking it."

I froze.

"Because I felt powerful. I felt fearless. And most of all in control. But when I came through it, I learned something else." As he said all of this, he got closer to Malia than comfortable. "Control is overrated."

He stared at Malia a minute more before what I'm assuming was his psychotic break. After that statement he took the key out of his pocket and unlocked the chains, letting them clatter to the floor. Malia wasted no time in trying to wrestle Stiles, but just as I was prepared to hold her back with my magic, Stiles gained the upper hand. He held Malia at arm's length as she panted heavily.

She looked back up again and this time, her human face was all that showed. Her claws and fangs were gone, and her eyes were back to their normal brown color. Malia looked at Stiles and looked over at me before collapsing into Stiles' arms in sobs. I was quick to join the two in a hug and coaxed Malia, stating over and over that she did it. She controlled it.

At that point, however, I was only half there. My mind was racing a mile a minute at Stiles and what he admitted to Malia. He remembered everything while being possessed, and he remembered liking it. Honestly, I could see where he came from in liking all that power. Stiles being human meant he was more easily tempted by things that weren't always good. What bothered me more was the conviction he carried when he said he remembered every single thing he did.

That must've meant he remembered when he was separated from Void Stiles, right? He remembered being paralyzed by kanima venom and sitting on the McCall couch while we figured out a way to save him? He had to have remembered Peter coming over, and suggesting we go into his head, suggesting I go into his head.

"Somebody needs to go in with you." Everyone, including Stiles, looked to me.

"Me?"

"Well, you love him, don't you?" Peter asked me in a patronizing way. Glee shone across the nogitsune's eyes and it made me horribly uncomfortable.

And Stiles remembered everything?

All I could think of as I kept hugging Malia was that Stiles remembered Peter relaying my feelings of Stiles to everyone, including Stiles, while he was possessed, and never once did he mention it to me.