Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf

Summary: Scott gets bitten luckily he has his best friends Stiles and Allison to help him through it. A different take on Teen Wolf season one including Malia as well. Scallison and Stalia

A.N: Hey, so I know I haven't been around lately but summer job and all. Hopefully I will update soon.

Enjoy

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Chapter Three: All pretty things starting with the letter M

'Okay, so when are were going to the Argents?' asked Scott as he was playing with cutie and a cloth.

Stiles walked into the room. It had been a full day since cutie started living with him and he was surprised how well he managed to hid her from his dad. Apart from a small incident on the carpet which he quickly cleaned and explained/taught her that she always needed to go outside, it was nice having her around.

'Should we really go? I mean cutie is going to be here all alone,' he sat as he sat down on the bed. Cutie pulled a little bit harder and Scott fell to the ground, 'Au! Traitor!'

He said rubbing his face while the coyote let out mocking noises. Stiles chuckled, 'Oh, cutie you're the best,' he pat a spot on his bed for her to jump on it. Scott frowned at both of them, 'Yeah, better than a dog.'

'Scott, that's offensive. Cutie is so much better than a dog. She shouldn't even be in the same category,' he said and ran his hand through her fur.

Scott rolled his eyes, 'Dude, I will except you anyway you are but zoophile?'

'Dude, I didn't even know you know what the word means,' shot Stiles right back at him.

Scott sat up, 'Whatever. But we have to go. Mr. Argent wants us there and he already spoke with the Sheriff and mom so we can't get out of it, bro.'

'I know,' Stiles sighed, 'I'm just worried. What if she gets scared and panics?'

'You think she might wreck the house?' asked Scott and walked toward Stiles's computer. They were basically like home in each other's houses anyway.

'Nah,' he looked down at the little thing for a moment feeling Scott's raised brows look on him, 'Okay, maybe a little. But I'm also worried she would run off or you know the alpha would come.'

Scott nodded, 'It's going to be okay,' he assured him. Stiles really got hung up on cutie. But then again so did he. She was really cute and so not a normal coyote. He liked her. There was something about her though. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but it felt… no her scent or … he didn't know what it was but there was something about her. Something made her different. It wasn't just the way she acted but there was something…

'Look, just she's like the smartest coyote ever and she was going to be alone tomorrow when we go to school anyway, so?'

Stiles nodded and looked down at the coyote, 'Okay, cutie,' he spoke softly so he would catch his attention.

She looked up at him with her smart sharp eyes he was sometimes so sure she understood him, 'Me and Scott need to leave for a few hours, okay? Us,' he pointed at him and then at the door, 'leave.'

She watched him for a moment before she stood up and was about to go to the door.

'No, no!' He called and got off the bed, 'That's not what I meant. Look-,' he started explaining to her what he meant as if she was a little child and not a wild animal. Scott watched them silently as he called Allison. He seriously didn't get their relationship.

'Hey, guys, ready for dinner?' asked Allison as they were connected. Scott looked at her and smiled, 'Hey, Allison, yeah as soon as we make sure our baby is going to be alright.'

'Oh, cutie,' said Allison in a singing voice and Scott sighed, 'Stiles.'

She chuckled. That was the noise that cutie noticed. She ran toward the computer and put her paws against the screen.

'Hey, cutie,' greeted her Allison. She put her head to the side pressing her paws against the screen wondering what was going on and why was Allison there and not here.

Scott smiled down at her and, 'She's not here, cutie. She's just calling us,' he explained rubbing her fur. She looked up at him for a second before she looked back at Allison. She hit her paw a couple of times against the screen before she leaned back probably understanding a bit what was happing and let out a cheerful noise which they identified as her way of greeting someone.

'Will you be okay staying alone for a few hours?' Allison asked her.

'No, she's won't.'

'Yes, she will.'

Scott and Stiles looked at each other shooting daggers until cutie walked to Stiles's bed and jumped on it.

They looked at her and then at Allison who shrugged her shoulders, 'I guess, that's decided.'

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He frowned as the woman entered the house. She was seriously getting into his personal space. She looked around like she did every time she showed up and nodded a few times to herself, 'You know you could get yourself a motel room or something?'

He shot her a look from his spot near the window. He used to like it so much. His mother used to stand there and watch them play or train outside. Now it was burnt and damaged. His mother and all the others were gone. He was alone.

'What the hell is that?' he heard the woman from the downstairs and rolled his eyes. Why did he agree to her offer in the first place?

He walked down looking at her as she was holding some old doll. Probably Cora's.

'Don't touch that.'

'You need to clean this place up.'

'Why did you come? I thought you should stay low.'

'I should. Luckily, the Argents are having a family dinner. Everyone is basically doing what they want and minding their own business,' she said and put the doll down cleaning her hands into her jeans after.

He let out a disapproval noise.

She turned around and they looked at each other. He didn't get it. This woman looked like she could be on the cover of some magazine and not running around the woods with a shotgun hunting monsters in the dark. He even liked the scar a bit. It fit the whole badass image.

'You still haven't told me who's your benefactor,' he pointed out. He remembered their previous conversation. She said that Laura hired her to help her find out what happened to their family. Now he knew. Kate killed them all…

He tried not to think about it…at least for now.

However, it didn't explain why she was still around. She could have taken the money and bail but she stayed. He didn't believe that. This woman with her girl's gotta eat (which was her usual answer when he asked about it) was hiding something. She was just too damn good at keeping it hidden from him.

She shrugged her shoulders, 'Nice guy. Loaded. Good money. Now we need to talk about my part of the deal.'

'I don't get it. Why are you so interested in a coyote? And why is the alpha?'

'My boss is interested in it,' she spoke calmly and with a straight face. He crossed his arms. She was lying. Not in everything but he could tell. She was good, no she was fucking brilliant but so was Kate so he knew.

He took a couple of steps closer, 'Lying to a werewolf is pointless.'

She frowned a bit and took a step as closer as well she could without touching him, 'Look, you know I'm not lying to you about what counts. The other things you don't need to know.'

'I'm not sure it's good for business not to know all the facts.'

'Well, I don't really care what you think,' she said and pulled out a folder, 'And as for business we got work to actually do.'

He looked at it and then at her, 'What is that?'

'Everything the Argents have about the alpha so far. Most of it is about your family.'

He shot her a glance before he took it and opened it while she watched him.

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Dinner went as well as expected.

'Stiles, are you okay?' asked Mrs. Argent.

The whole table looked at her and then at Stiles. She nodded at his hand and just then he realized he had been drumming the whole time they were eating.

'Uh, nothing… you know me. Always moving,' he said quickly both Allison and Scott tensing up.

She didn't look too sure about it but she nodded anyway.

'So,' she started again, 'how is school everyone?'

'Mom.'

'Victoria.'

'What? It's not like I will be upset about it.'

'Yes, you will,' groaned Allison knowing the outcome of this topic.

Stiles bit the inside of his mouth, 'Schools good. Harris can be difficult but apart from that same old.'

She nodded, 'Oh, Scott?'

The black haired boy closed his eyes tightly and before he looked back at her. She gave him a look waiting for the answer which he replied with a goofy smile.

'Huh.'

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As they were in Allison's room they whispered just to be sure her parents would hear them.

'Hey, so how you are, anything weird happened?' she asked just as she closed the door.

Scott shrugged and sat down on her table chair while Stiles took the bed.

'Everything's okay mostly but not much had happened.'

'I seconds that,' said Stiles as he took Allison's music box and started examining it. He wanted to get home to cutie and make sure that she was okay but it would be too suspicious if they just left without spending at least a little while with Allison on their own.

'But schools tomorrow as in all the people we don't like and don't like us,' reminded them Allison, 'In other words Jackson and Lydia.'

Stiles looked up at her, 'True but they seem to like Scott just fine now.'

'He ran out on Lydia's party,' said Allison.

Stiles made a grimace.

'Wait, you guys don't think Lydia's pissed at me or something, right?'

'We can only pray for it,' mumbled Allison as she went to sit next to Stiles who shot her a nasty look to which she blew him a kiss.

Scott chuckle at their exchange. He was grateful that things were the same between the three of them. He was grateful he had them as his one instance no matter what. Literally.

He heard the motorcycle outside. Someone just came.

'Either way, you need to be careful. Do you feel like wolfing out?' asked Stiles all business.

Scott thought about it for a moment. He got upset about Mrs. Argent's question but he was used to it by now though. He knew that he was oversensitive now with everything.

'No. I haven't since like the full moon. I guess it only happens during it like once a month thing.'

'Yeah, maybe,' mumbled Stiles. Scott could hear the doubt in his voice and his heartbeat.

Allison gave him a soft smile for reassurance. He still wasn't certain.

He suddenly heard some movement and voices from the outside.

'Anything new?' asked Mr. Argent. Scott hushed Allison and Stiles and listened more closely.

'What's wrong Scott?' asked Stiles and Scott narrowed his eyes at him and waved at him.

'Yeah, we had a lead but lost him on the road,' spoke a woman.

'On the road?'

'Yeah, we found some tires tracks. Apparently he turned back and drove to town or had someone who drove him.'

Allison and Stiles watched Scott as he was leaning his head to the side of the window. She got up and looked over to the window.

'Any lead on the tracks?'

'Something small we're not sure. There also another thing. Police might have a lead on who's the Jane Doe he killed.'

'Might?'

Allison moved to the window but Scott got up before she could even reach it and took her wrist stopping her.

'No one filed a missing person report but they found an empty car on the side of the road to town. They have a video record from a camera at the gas station. Tall, white, dark hair. They have a face at least.'

He shook his head at Allison and continued to listen.

'We can't let them know it was Laura Hale.'

Scott's eyes widened. Laura Hale. Derek Hale. Someone killed a Hale in the woods. Was she like Derek? He said he was born like this. Was Laura as well?

'It might bring them on the right track and we can't have them getting in our way.'

'They might get hurt,' agreed the woman. It had to be the woman from the woods the one that left him off when she saw him. She was with the hunters. She hunted the alpha. She could have killed him but he let him go. Why?

'We need to start keeping eye on Derek Hale.'

'Do you think he could be the alpha?'

'And killed his own sister to became one? The Hale family is matriarchy. The alpha status is inherited from the oldest female to the next in line. Killing her might helped him to get it by stealing it.'

'Okay, but why? Why kill his own sister just to start a war with the hunters?'

'What do you mean?'

'It doesn't make much sense does is. You said the Hale used to live her. I saw their old house in the woods. Richard told me they lived they lived there. What exactly happened with the Hales and you guys? He said you used to be around here before too.'

Scott waited as there was a sudden silence between the two. Allison and Stiles watching him intensely waiting for him to tell them it was okay to talk.

'We weren't living here just occasionally stopped by when things got out of hands but at the time the Hale house burnt down there were no patrols of any kind. It was peace.'

'Okay, so what now?'

'Watch out for scheduled patrols and make sure the cops don't find out it's Laura Hale. It wouldn't be too good. I'll let you know if something new comes up.'

Scott waited until they said their goodbyes and left before he let go of Allison and looked at two.

'Well? Will you tell us already?' demanded Stiles his ADHD showing. Scott sighed, 'Uh, the dead girl is Laura Hale-'

'Derek's older sister?'

Scott nodded, 'The previous alpha-'

'What? Holly hell.'

Scott nodded again, 'That's not all… uh, apparently only female could be alphas so someone might have killed her to steal the status.'

'Holly shit,' Stiles stood up, 'That's brilliant.'

Allison shot him a look.

'I mean terrible but kind of brilliant,' he clarified and she turned back to Scott rolling her eyes at their big mouthed friend.

'Does that mean that that thing is like you? I mean can turn into a human or was a human or whatever. Look, think about it. Whoever he or she is they had to do it to became stronger, right? I mean the hunters had to shot like dozens of bullets at this thing and it still got away. It had to have a plan.'

Allison swallowed and looked over to Scott, 'Does that mean that it wanted to turn Scott into a werewolf?'

They looked at Stiles who gave them a short nod, 'I think it knows exactly what it's doing.'

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Stiles basically ran into his house to find cutie waiting for him in his room looking pleased about his and Scott's return. She played with them both for a while before she started dragging Stiles toward his bookcase.

She spent the rest of the evening remembering things from her human life. She remembered a book they had in her house. She couldn't remember what was the name of the book but there were little papers no…not pictures, photos with her on them, her mom, her sister, her father and other people. She had a few photos of Stiles as well so maybe he might have some of hers. They used to keep the book on their bookshelf.

She pushed Stiles toward it momentary freezing when he hit the shelves, hard and let out an, 'Au.'

Scott shook his head and walked toward Stiles's bed crashing down on it. He got lost in his thoughts hearing Stiles complain to cutie that she can't push him like that cause she doesn't know her own strength. He still thought about the concept of the things that were happening to him. He was a werewolf. A fucking werewolf. He felt it inside him. Everything was different. The smells, the touches, what he could see, what he could hear. Everything felt different. He was different. Yet, his friends didn't act different. Stiles was bombarding him with questions and theories when he wasn't occupied with cutie and Allison was acting as if nothing happened just occasionally looked at him as if she wanted to ask something but she didn't say anything. He wondered if she wanted to though. In between him turning and her finding out her family is a lie and cutie they hadn't talk about anything else.

'You think that Allison is okay?' he asked sudden not quite loud enough so Stiles barely heard him.

'That's because I'm fragile human, cutie and have to be delicate with me. You know just like I'm delicate with you about some things- '

'Stiles,' called Scott, 'Do you think Allison is okay?'

'Like you staying all on your own, cutie-'

'Stiles!'

'What?' he looked up at him.

Scott sat up, 'Do you think that Allison's okay with the whole her family secrets?'

Stiles rubbed cuties ears, 'She's Allison. She's tougher than she looks like. You know that,' he said lost in his thoughts for a while, 'But…'

'But what?'

'Because she's so tough she might as well just pretend to be okay,' he said and looked down at cutie.

'I meant what I said. It had to have it planned out. I mean come on.'

Scott sighed and rubbed his face, 'Okay, what are you suggesting?'

Cutie walked toward him and put her head on his knee as she sensed his nervousness and stress.

He smiled down at her a bit gratefully and rubbed her fur, 'Thanks, cutie.'

'It bit you,' he said and sat down at his chair, 'Think about it. We were both there but he bit you none of the cops or hunters just you.'

'What jealous much?' asked Scott sarcastically and Stiles shook his head already having all of those things running through his mind. He went in front of Scott, 'Come on. Just think about it for a second. It didn't appear in front of the cops, right? It killed the girl and what reaped her in half?'

'So?' asked Scott confused to what was Stiles getting at, 'He's obviously a psycho.'

'It's a part of a plan.'

'What that he specifically wanted to turn me?' he asked and Stiles nodded.

'Seriously, dude. How the hell would he have known we would go out into the woods?' reminded him Scott.

'Not sure about that but you have to admit it has a bigger plan in motion. Something sinister. It killed Laura Hale and turned you and ordered you to kill someone.'

Scott shivered at the thought. He remembered the feeling of being forced by someone else like that. Of not being able to stop or to disobey or to do what you wanted. If he would hurt someone he wouldn't survive it.

'Are you okay?'

He nodded, 'Yeah just worried about everything. I kind of just hope nothing will happen.'

Stiles nodded as well watching as Scott brushed cutie who was patiently sitting in front of him knowing that he now needed comfort.

He hoped for it as well.

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Morning couldn't come sooner. Stiles was nervously walking from one place to another gather his things which he didn't prepare last night as he was too busy digging into the secrets of lycanthropy.

'Okay, pens and papers and books and,' he named as he walked from one corner of the room to another cutie hot on his heels mentally repeating the items names in her mind. She recognized most of them. She hoped she would find the book with pictures but she hadn't been able to locate it yet.

She might have to look inside the place she remembered from her times as a little girl. The attic or the basement? Perhaps both?

He stopped and turned toward her so quickly he surprised and startled her.

'My cutiepie,' he said and put his hands on her face crushing her a bit. He was like that ever since he took that weird smelling candy. No, not candy…words, words, words. Oh, pills, yes. She remembered when she was sick and her mom would give her weird looking candy which were actually pills. Medicine. Right medicine made you feel better.

Wait, that would mean that S was sick? She now knew names. Stiles was S. Scott was her wolf brother and Allison was the nice girl. Scott played with her and teased her while Allison softly stroked her and gave her sweets and soft kisses. S well Stiles took care of her mostly. Feeding her, and talking to her and making sure she was happy and safe. Was he unwell? Scott used to smell like that when she first met him but didn't smell like that anymore so he wasn't sick anymore. Allison was healthy but what about Stiles? She couldn't be sure. She didn't sense anything but he was acting really hyper today and those cand-pills.

'I'm going to leave, okay? Just like yesterday but once I will get back we will play. We will play until one of us falls down too tired, okay? Cutie?' he asked not waiting for an answer. Before she could get out of his hold he leaned toward her and smooched her wet nose making her sneeze.

He grinned for a moment, 'Okay, you have food and I will get home as soon as possible. Don't go out unless you have to like in danger and stuff and pee and stuff like we thought you, kay?'

He ran downstairs and she quickly followed. He turned around once more and scratched her head, 'Be a good, girl, cutie.'

He left and she waited until she heard the familiar noise of his car leaving. She got up and looked around. Okay, she needed to find a way to tell him that she was M.

As she stood all alone in the big house she leaned her head to the side. Where to start?

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Allison pulled out her text book and opened it for a moment. She wasn't sure if they didn't one more homework she forgot about.

'Hey, Allison,' greeted her a voice near her. She looked up and smiled as she saw Matt standing by his locker.

'Hey, Matt. How was your weekend?' she looked down at her text book again.

'It was okay,' he spoke, 'Kind of boring though. You?'

She shrugged her shoulders. My life fell apart. No biggie.

'Not much. I just hung out with Still and Scott. Same old,' she looked up at him and added a small smile before she closed her locker.

'Heading for Econ?' she asked and he nodded, 'Yeah, wait up for me.'

She pressed her books closer to herself.

'So I've been thinking. You know the band we talked about. It'll be having a concert two towns over in this bar in a month or so. So maybe you would like to come.'

Allison looked at him. Sure, Matt and a few others occasionally asked her out like that. She just wasn't so sure she would actually like that. Don't take her wrong. She really liked the new band and she would enjoy the night just not him thinking that they were on an official date.

She bit her lip, 'I'll have to make sure I'm free. How about you reminded me a week before?' she asked hoping he wouldn't but she knew it was like she basically just told him to ask her later.

He nodded just as someone from the lacrosse asked him something as they reached the door and he turned around to answer.

'Piece of advice,' she suddenly heard Lydia Martin next to her, 'If you don't want to go on a date with someone just tell them. Hurts less both of you.'

Allison blinked stunned by her even talking to her in the first place furthermore her hearing their conversation.

Before she had time to answer and get over the shock the redhead was inside the classroom and Allison could only follow.

She walked inside to a sight she never thought she would see and kind of didn't like. No, not kind of. She didn't like it at all.

Three girls from the bitch squad were standing in front of Scott's desk while Stiles was looking at them with his eyes wide shocked by the scene in front of him. So was Allison but apart from being shocked. She was pissed. How pathetic were these girls? They didn't even know Scott's name until he made first line.

Gosh, they have no character at all.

She rolled her eyes and walked to an empty seat next to Stiles nodding at the scene just as all three burst into giggles. She doubted Scott even said anything funny.

Stiles shook his head, 'It's like from another universe. Tracy even asked him to sit with them at lunch.'

Allison narrowed her eyes, 'Like hell we are sitting with them.'

'Like hell we are. Sitting next to Lydia? I'm not passing up that for anything.'

She sighed and massaged her forehead at that. She was getting a headache again. Should she even be in school? Sure, she couldn't drag attention. But why bother with school when they're werewolves and hunters out there? Shouldn't she be doing something useful? Useful? Right. How useful was she now? Her parents are hunters and she had no idea talking about being a blind idiot.

I'm the real pathetic person here.

'You okay?' asked Scott who instantly turned around. She looked up at him putting her hands away from her face.

She blinked seeing the three girls giving her annoyed and upset looks about getting all Scott's attention.

She smirked at that and shook her head. It made her feeling better knowing she pissed them off for some reason. 'Fine. Wait for me before lunch?'

He watched her for a moment before he smiled, 'Of course.'

If looks could kill, she thought as she saw the glances they shot her.

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'Hey, where did you get that?!' yelled Stiles causing cutie to jump away for a moment as he saw her in front of the garage with several boxed threw over and things everywhere. He came home earlier cause coach canceled practice. It never happened and although it bothered him the moment he saw what cutie did home all he instnalty forgot about it.

He walked closer upset. She dug through his childhood boxes. She could have damaged something important.

'You can't just make a mess like that and especially not with those you could have damaged them,' he said as he noticed that in front of her lied his old albums. She tore it apart. Great. He reached for it and she stopped his hand but putting hers paws over it and let out a soft sound. He blinked.

He looked down and put his hand away. The album was empty she tore it but she brought the photos out. He blinked and looked at the mess. In the garage she left a lot of things but she also picked a few and brought them especially to the front. He looked at them again. Photos. She made two piles one she left in the garage the other she put in front of her.

'Wait, why did you separate only these and how did you even know how to do that?'

He looked at her and then took the pile and started flipping through them. He didn't understand how could she taken them without tearing them or leaving scratches and bite marks. It was all his kid's photos, mostly the one's from his kindergarten and elementary school. He almost forgot how ugly Jackson was or that Lydia used to have so many freckles. He looked through them and then at the coyote. It was clear she wasn't an ordinary coyote. She was super smart. She was telling him something with all of this.

He looked at the other things. A cup he made in camp. A macaroni picture, a vase, several drawings, another macaroni picture. He frowned and took it. This wasn't his. He blinked and turned it around. He saw the name at the back written with stars and he realized. He remembered.

'Hey, do you really like it, S?' asked a little girl with her brown hair in two pigtails as he was gathering his things. His dad was picking him that day and he wanted to make him proud how he managed to pick all his things on his own.

'It's really great, M,' he replied and gave her a toothless smile. He managed to lose both his front teeth but she kept on telling him that it didn't look that bad. He was the first one who called her M and she quickly followed calling him S. It wasn't that he couldn't pronounce her name or that he didn't like it. It was a name ending with an –a which was girl so it fit a girl nicely. He just liked the thought of being the only one who could call her by something else than the rest of their friends.

'Okay, then, here,' she said and handed him the paper. He took it. He remembered that it was harder because of the macaroni glued to it.

'But M don't you want to give it to your mommy?'

She shook her head, 'You helped me a lot with it and I'm giving mommy my cup with the heart. This is for you,' she said with a child's determination and seriousness. He smiled at her, 'Okay then, thanks M.'

She smiled back at him and went to play with Harley or some other girl.

They went to camp when they were six. It was a day camp while their parents were in work. Scott's dad had a few weeks off so he didn't come. She…she was gone when they were nine. He remembered when his dad had to go out that night. It was raining, badly. A little after that the Hale's house burnt down and a little after that his mom died. He sort of kept on thinking that if she didn't…if she was still here the other things wouldn't happen. She…what happened to her and her family was a start of that terrible terrible year.

The coyote suddenly put her paw on one of the photos he left on the ground after he took the drawing. He looked at it as she pulled her paw away. It was a photo of him and her on their first day of school. They were smiling into the camera as his mom took the picture teasing them that they looked like they were dating.

'Do you want to know who she is…,' he mumbled. He didn't understand what was the sudden fascination with her of all people. He didn't even think about her in well… months. He remembered about her when her birthday came or the anniversary of his mom's death but apart from that he didn't. He partly forgot and partly didn't want to. It was terrifying really to think that his childhood friend was tore apart by…well coyotes or wolves or something.

'She was my friend when I was a kid…but she's gone now.'

She watched him for the longest of the moment before she leaned her head down and started making those soft cries of hers. He blinked and reached for her, 'Hey, you okay? Cutie?'

She lied down completely like she was devastated. What the hell? Did she know her or something? Why was she so…so-so sad all of the sudden?

'Cutie,' he mumbled and touched the top of her head. She was breathing hard and the noises were seriously sad and heartbreaking.

She suddenly jumped away from him. Why couldn't he see her? Why couldn't he understand? She was her! She was M! Why didn't he remember? She went for the macaroni drawing and took it into her mouth carefully not to ruin it. She gave it to him and started pointing at it with her paw.

He shook his head at her, 'Cutie, I really don't know what are you trying to tell me.'

She let out a whimper and then walked to the pile of photos and pointed at them once more but Stiles just shook his head. He had no idea what she meant. She begged him with her eyes but it was useless. He wasn't a coyote. He didn't understand her.

She started to tremble.

'Hey, cutie,' he tried to reach her but she jumped away from him. He didn't understand her. No one understand her. She wasn't a human. She wasn't a coyote. What was she?!

What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I?

'Cutie,' he said but she ran.

'Hey! Wait up!' he stood up and called after her but she ran. She ran to the road and kept on running trying to catch a familiar scent that would lead her back to the woods, back home, back to where she belonged. Her den. She wanted to go to her den and never gone out. She wished the wolf boy would have left her in the woods for that thing to take her... She wished she never met the boy again. She wished she never learn to hunt and died out of hunger. She wished she had died in the car crash. She wished…

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The car breaks echoed through the street right before there was the hit.

'Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!' shouted Allison who got out of the car and ran to the front. She didn't see it. She didn't… she just she just-… she didn't see it. It happened so fast.

She kneeled down and froze under her car lied a brown haired naked girl.

Stiles ran from his yard toward Allison's car. He stopped about three steps away after he saw the picture in front of him. Allison covering her mouth in utter shock. Her car's front was damaged, something hit it there was blood. Under the car with her hand under the car's wheel lied a naked girl. He managed to overcome to shock sooner than Allison and ran toward them. He kneeled down next to her and touched the girl checking her pulse. The touch send a elecrtric jolt through him and the girl because she woke up and looked directing at him.

His eyes widened.

'Malia?'

It was the last thing she heard before she faded.

Malia… of course… how could I forget?

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To be continued…

A.N: Chapter Four:Oh,Those Memories How They Tear Me Apart