The Family Secret

Revealed

"Liam, are you coming?" Grace asked, dragging Liam away from his senior friends, "Come on, I passed up watching the soccer team with Mason for this!" Liam sighed but went with her. Scott gave him a stern look as if to say not to let her know he's a wolf.

"Oh really? I'm honored," Liam said, smirking.

"Yeah, now move your *ss," Grace replied. Liam followed her out to the place where he was chained up on the last full moon with Scott and Stiles and Stiles' jeep.

"What are we doing here, Grace?" Liam questioned. He followed her over to the tree.

"These scratches were made by a wolf!" Grace told him, showing him the marks he left, "I checked with Dr. Deaton." Liam scratched the back of his head nervously, watching the girl shuffle around.

"Really? I didn't think wolves were around here," Liam said, trying to convince her. Instead, it spurred Grace on.

"That's what's so strange! And get this, there were marks to indicate that chains were involved," Grace explained. She looked back to Liam, who was currently struggling with the moon. "Are you okay?"

"Fine, just nervous for the math test."

"There is no math test."

"I meant Spanish. Yeah, Spanish."

"You don't take Spanish." Grace was getting nervous. What if Liam was too powerful and he actually tried to hurt her? Blood was dripping from his hands. "Liam! Your hands!"

"I'm fine," Liam said. Grace ran over and pulled his hands over to her. She looked at the palms to see fresh blood coming from fingernail sized cuts.

"What the hell?" She said as convincingly as possible when Liam's cuts healed themselves. She looked in Liam's eyes to see two yellow, glowing eyes staring back. He was a werewolf! She jumped away, not wanting to get hurt.

"Grace, it's fine, there's just a few things I didn't tell you," Liam said, slowly approaching.

"Like the fact that you're a fricking werewolf?! Is Scott one too? God, is Theo?!" Grace said, acting shocked. Liam told her the whole thing.

"Now let's go. I have to bring you to Scott." Liam told her.

"Just a sec, let me ask my sister something." Grace said as she texted Malia.

From: Little Coyote

To: Sister Dearest

Can I tell Liam? He told me everything.

From: Sister Dearest

To: Little Coyote

Fine, but u're making me dinner 2night.

"Liam, I need to tell you something too," Grace told him, looking him straight in the eyes, "Malia Tate, as you call her, is my sister... And I maybe am a born werecoyote?" She spoke the last statement quickly.

"Now I really need to get you to Scott." Liam muttered.

Once they got to Scott, Grace was being slammed against a locker and snarled at. The one slamming her into said lockers was tall, dark-haired, and pale.

"You said she was a Hale?" The guy asked Scott. She squirmed, trying to escape his grasp, but only got a growl as a reward. She tried to calm down and slow her breathing, looking at Liam as a plea for help.

"Yeah, but you should probably put her down," Scott said. The man dropped her, and she fell like a limp doll.

"You lied to the wrong people, kid," The man said, intimidating her.

"Malia didn't want me to tell you. She said it would either turn out good or really bad," Grace said quietly, her fingers twitching in a strange rhythm.

"Malia?" The man asked, narrowing his eyes.

"She's my sister," Grace explained.

"This is Derek Hale. A cousin of yours assuming Peter was your dad," Stiles told her, "Flash your eyes once." Grace did as directed, and they all relaxed as her eyes turned yellow, not blue or red.

"I'm not harmful, even Liam can tell you that!" Grace said. Their eyes turned to Liam. He simply shrugged.

"Did you pick the full moon to hang out on purpose?" Scott questioned.

"Yeah, I wanted to see if Liam was bitten and in control," Grace explained. Derek growled in response, grabbing her arm. She tried to get her breathing under control as reflexes took over. Malia had pounded it into her head to attack back when someone threatens. Grace snarled back and pushed Derek off.

"We could do with someone in our pack that pushed around Sourwolf," Stiles said, smirking.