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Cora's p.o.v

After the bonfire pack night, i've been feeling light. Everything's going well with Scott and with Derek. Everything's just..good. For the first time in my life, everything's somehow perfect. I walk down the hallway, going for my biology class. I told Scott i'd meet him inside, he wanted to come to my previous class and walk me. I had to speak with my teacher and I didn't want to get him into trouble for being late. He's so sweet like that, wanting to walk with me, hold my hand. Jesus..I never thought i'd say something like that. I guess it's just how he makes me feel. Like i'm wanted, needed, in a completely different way to how anyone else makes me feel. I feel like i've finally found my place here. It's with Derek. It's with Scott. It's with Lydia and Stiles and the pack. I pass Malia, both looking at each other, her more glaring at me. We don't say anything, just continuing going our seperate ways. I'm not going to react to her anymore. Almost fighting her the other week, that would have been so stupid. I'm not stooping to her level, i'm not going to fight her at school. I feel a little pride in myself as I take my seat in biology beside Scott. I didn't say anything rude, I didn't do anything I shouldn't have. I'm proud I just walked away.

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I swear I was minding my own business. Like I always do, I came out into the forest to run after school. I stop in my tracks when I see Malia standing there, glaring. Waiting. For me.

"Malia?" I ask in confusion.

"Cora. It's nice to finally get you alone, without big brother or that puppy you call you boyfriend around" she says snarkily. Well..looks like this isn't a friendly visit. My jaw twitches in anger at her reference to Scott.

"What do you want?" I ask her.

"Nothing from you" she sneers, eyes lighting up blue. I see the challenge in her eyes, I can practially feel it. I let my eyes flare up yellow.

"You're eyes don't scare me Malia" I assure her. I know I said I wouldn't stoop to her level and fight her in school but this is different. This isn't school, this is the wild. And she's challenging me. I'm not just going to walk away this time.

"Good. I don't want you running away just yet" she says. "Well?" she taunts.

"Just because I haven't killed an innocent, don't think I won't hurt you" I warn her.

"Then try" she challenges.

"I don't want to fight" I try. A lie but still, I do want to try keep this under control.

"I do" she smirks. Fine. I growl, my claws coming out. She flicks her's out and growls back at me. Like I said, I was minding my own business. I didn't start this fight. But I will be the one to finish it.

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Derek looks up at me as I walk through the door. I still feel really, really pissed off. But it felt good to put her in her place, to watch her run away from me in fear.

"I'm having a shower" I tell him.

"Cora? What happened?" he asks, standing up, eyes on my hands. I look down to see there's still blood under my fingernails. I look back up at him and he's watching me closely.

"Nothing" I say, wiping my hands off on my shorts.

"Whose blood is that?" he asks.

"Noone's" I say, walking away.

"Cora!" Derek barks.

"Back off!" I snap, turning back to him. I bare my fangs before turning away again. I'm still mad. I still have some fight left in me and I just want to shower and go to bed, let it all out. I don't want Derek poking at it.

"Don't walk away from me!" he yells angerily. I stop letting out a deep breath. I don't want to fight with him either. I keep my back turned to him though. "Cora, tell me what happened. Whose blood is that?" he asks, voice soft again, worried. I turn back to him, letting my defensive stance fall.

"It's Malia's" I admit.

"Malia? What?" he asks.

"We haven't exactly been getting along at school" I tell him.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks.

"Because I can take care of myself" I say. "I did for all those years in South America" I add as an afterthought.

"Well you're not in South America anymore. Which means, from now on, if you have a problem you tell me or Scott. Do you understand?" he says calmly.

"Yeah..yeah I understand" I sigh.

"Does Scott need to talk to her?" he asks. I shake my head. "Do I?" he asks, voice changing, becoming protective towards me. I smile softly.

"It's okay Der" I assure him. "After today..I don't think she'll be starting anymore fights" I grin mischeviously. Derek chuckles.

"Will she be okay?" he asks.

"Uh, she'll live" I brush it off. "She started it. I tried to stop it" I tell him, making sure he knows i'm not purposely trying to cause trouble for the pack like she seems to be.

"I know you would have" he nods.

"Hey, Derek..thank you" I say sincerely.

"For what?" he asks. I walk over to him and sit down on the couch.

"For this" I say, motioning to the loft. "For this" I say, motioning between us. "For everything"

"You're welcome" he smiles. "Just don't leave me again" he says.

"I don't plan too" I say, giving him a small smile. I clear my throat. "Okay, way too sentimental. What's for dinner?" I ask, changing the subject. Derek grins.

"Wow, you haven't changed" he says.

"I'm a werewolf, I need constant feeding" I smile.

"I'll make something up" Derek says, shaking his head fondly. He gets up and walks towards the kitchen, scruffing my hair as he passes me.

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How will Malia get her revenge? Has this got something to do with Peter? Hmm.. Favourite, follow and review!