UNEDITED. OOPS!

"Stiles!" Malia panics dropping to the ground. She manages to make her way towards the lifeless body in front of her seeking some kind of comfort in knowing that Stiles was okay. Though he was her first, she would forever care and love him more than anyone else. 

"Stiles, wake up!" She slaps his cheeks seeking for consciousness. Behind her, Theo surveys what exactly put Stiles unconscious in the first place. Before she knew it, her eyes welled with tears.

Wake up! Wake up! 

He was her friend. A friend that taught her so much in such little time. He made long-lasting memories with her, showing her exactly how she could be loved. He taught her everything she needed to know. Without him, she wouldn't know how to survive the new world that she adapted to. 

"Stiles! Can you hear me?" Continuing with her assault at figuring out if he was alive, her fingers touched the source of her injury.

Poison.

Not just any poison though. It was Kanima poison. Malia's mind backtracks. How could it possibly be? Last she heard Tracy was already dead. Theo had managed to steal power from both Josh and Tracy before Scott's pack had defeated the Beast. 

There was no way...

"That's right bitch." A voice from above the house snickers. "I'm back and I'm ready to take back what's mine,"

In all of this commotion, Theo had disappeared leaving Malia as good for dead if not anything. Where did he even go? Why did he just up and leave? She didn't know. All she knew was that she was distracted with Stiles and now she had one problem added on her to list. Tracy was back. 

In the past, she had no qualms with Tracy, but now knowing that there was something that Tracy wanted from her made her skeptical and curious. She wanted to know what exactly she stole from her and why she was suddenly showing up.

"Why are you here?" Malia stands up from her kneeling position, surveying Tracy's figure.

"When I heard that he was back, I just thought," She chuckled to herself looking away for a brief second before meeting Malia's eyes. "he'd never go back to the person he shot and left for dead with the desert wolf," 

Malia stands there, keeping her face neutral. Although the incident with her mother left a wedge between her and Theo. 

"But then, I'm mistaken," She continues walking around Stiles's body. "He killed me with a purpose. And I had been his most loyal follower. I did everything he wanted me to do no questions asked. And yet with you," Her eyes stare right into Malia's blue ones menacingly, "It's just easy. He flirts and he smirks just to get what he wants. Yet you don't take his bait. No, you defy him and he loves it. He craves it."

"In case you didn't know, Tracy. He and I are were coyotes. Of course, he's going to be closer to me!" Tracy snarls her claws coming out ready to attack. "How did you...why are you..."

"I got resurrected by Theo," She smirks knowing it would hit Malia where it hurts. Before Malia could react, Tracy hits Malia and pushes her claws deep into Malia. 

"And you thought he was a good guy," She whispers as Malia struggles against her hold. 

"Yeah? You're a bitch," Malia grapples with Tracy pushing her down and pressing her foot against her chest. The two continue with their dance eager to shred the other to pieces. It's a do or die situation over some boy. 

In the back of Malia's mind, her thoughts split into two different perceptions. 

Why should she be fighting for a guy that shot her and left her for dead? 

He probably was lying, as usual, to get his way with her. He hasn't changed, Malia.

You want this, don't you? The adventure. The ability to be something you're not. Didn't you want this? Didn't you want this, to be loved? Didn't you ask for it?

Didn't you ask for it?

It's her thoughts that sidetrack her from the situation at hand and suddenly Tracy's claws bite into Malia's chest pressing the pressure into her so that the Kanima venom takes full effect.

"Ahhhhh!" She screams and moans realizing that the poison has entered her body, keeping her immobile. 

Malia clutches onto her stomach trying to keep her eyes open. She fights to keep her vision from blurring, obscuring herself from the world around her. 

"Why did you..." She breathes out trying to formulate sentences, her life hanging from the balance. 

"That's what happens when you don't pay attention," Tracy smirks from above Malia. After seeing her efforts decline, Tracy turns her back smirking at her victory.

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It's probably been hours since the fight between the chimera and the were-coyote. Yet, Malia's strength to stay alive has kept her up long enough to be vigilant of her surroundings. Even though she was on the ground keeping her eyes on the ceiling, her senses were still vigilant, but the poison was making her weaker by the second.

"Malia!" Stiles yells walking around, "Where are you? Where's did Theo and Tracy go?"

"I'm here!" Malia cries weakly, trying to pinpoint Stiles's voice. She heard the rustling of footsteps come closer, a hand grasps hers. She clutches tightly never wanting to let go.

"Stiles!" She squeaks holding onto him. "Get Scott."

"Malia you need to heal. And that's not gonna happen until we get that poison out of you. Malia nods and gets herself into Stiles Jeep and they travel to the animal clinic.

The doors to the clinic slam open as Deaton stares at Malia's almost unconscious form. Stiles reiterates everything that happened at Malia's house minus her relationship to Theo. He gives Malia a knowing look as he stops to compose himself. 

Laying on the cool surface of the table Malia contemplates her life, her decisions, her actions, her emotions, and impulses. Just as Deaton stabs a needle right through Malia's gut to suck up the poison. Malia's eyes turn bright blue as the pain takes over. She growls louder as Stiles keeps her down. 

"Malia, cmon be a good girl and take the needle," 

She continues to scream and grunt at the force of pain she's taking. 

Finally, once all the poison is ejected out, Malia and Stiles run back into Stiles's jeep. The two of them just staring each other. 

"Hey," Malia clutches onto her stomach, staring into the night sky. "Thanks. I appreciate it,"

"Your welcome. But if there's ever a situation where I'm near a needle again, I will faint,"

The two just watch as the moon comes into view. It's a full moon. The night seems quiet, almost too quiet. Yet, Malia couldn't help to bring her thoughts back to her night with Theo. 

Is it possible for Theo to lie to her again? 

Why was she so vulnerable?

She should've seen it coming. She should've kept her guard up and not give in too easily to the jerk that betrayed her twice. Maybe even three times if Tracy wasn't lying. Yet, here she was saved from the brink of death and yet Theo had vanished.

Malia turned her eyes to Stiles. The guy who seemed to get himself out of precarious situations and always cracked jokes. He seemed to know exactly what to do in dangerous situations when the rest of the pack didn't have a clue how to start.  She realized with utmost certainty that even though she wasn't attracted to Stiles, he was definitely her first love. She'd always feel the need to protect him.

The jeep rode them back to Malia's house. She made a phone call and sat patiently on the front couch. Her eyes stared at the Television concentrating on what she was going to say.

"You asked for me?" A voice from behind her snapped her out of her thoughts. She could tell from the scent who it was. And she knew that he got the message.

"Yes, sit down. We need to talk,"

Cliffy for you guys! Extremely sorry that I wasn't able to update when I said I could. I had so much going on today! 

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