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"He's kinda cute." Braden spoke as she looked at a sleeping, curled up, Eli. "Kinda hard to imagine him as a mean werewolf."
"He's not mean." Malia smiled over to the sleeping boy. "He just doesn't understand, and it scares him."
"Sounds like someone I know." she said, giving Malia a knowing look as the Tate girl looked half way offended. "Until you met him."
Malia looked over to Eli again. "I know."
"Then be what he is for you." she said back with an eye roll. "That's all he needs. The kids got no clue about anything that's going on with him and the least he could have is some reassurance and comfort."
"I try." Malia defended herself.
Braden cleaned her bullets. "Try harder."
Malia sighed, sitting down on the couch and rubbing his head. Melissa came down the stairs. "I'm headed in for my shift. You guys think you'll be okay for the night?"
Eli woke with an inhaler, rubbing his eyes, head snapping toward Malia next to him. Braeden cocked her gun, making his eyes widen in her direction, not completely aware of his surroundings yet from waking up. "Do we really need to do this? Deaton said the Desert Wolf can't get her power back unless she comes for me on a full moon."
"Just because there are rules to taking power doesn't mean she plans to follow them." Braeden answered in return.
"Yeah, well, i've come up with a rule of my own." Melissa gave a knowing look, walking toward the door. "Never be too careful."
Eli tilted his head, watching as she spread the mountain ash before the walk way. He rose a hand, his voice scratchy and tired. "Yes."
"Yes." Melissa agreed, leaving them.
"Mason you know your part-" Scott began that night, circling the table in his jersey.
"Corey and I break into the Devenford Bus and search their shoes." he confirmed with a nod of his head, looking toward his boyfriend. Eli cracked a minor grin at the two.
"I take out the TV vans." Malia nodded her head.
"Right before the whistle, Couch forfeits the game." Stiles looked in Scott's direction.
"And I keep the bench warm." Eli exhaled, Malia rubbed his padded shoulders.
"The rest of us are looking for a size 10 with a bloody sole." Liam looked to Mason, then to Scott again.
"Just out of curiosity...what if it doesn't work?" Malia gave a questionable look. "What if we have to go up against this thing? I mean, I hate to bring up bad memories but Scott's still healing from what Theo did to him."
"No, he's not." Kira looked her way.
"She's right." Scott nodded his head, lifting his shirt up to show a completely healed abdomen. "It happened the night we got Lydia out of Eichen House. I healed. When we were all together again, when we were a pack."
