Scary people

Scars

Allison was still there, with them. She had decided to come back.

"Mom, I need to say goodbye to aunt Lydia first."

"Of course! She did great taking care of you, didn't she?"

"She sure did. She's the best aunt ever!"

Malia smiled. She was too happy. She had her little werecoyote back.

"You know that we love you, right? And you know that you are our little werecoyote, don't you?"

"I know. I just fustrated with all this werecoyote thing and I already told you that I'm not little. Not anymore."

"Of course you are! You're just four months."

"And that's why I hate being fast-growing! It really sucks!"

"Don't say that! You're special. You're healthy and you're with us and that's what matters!"

"You said the exactly same thing that aunt Lydia said to me this morning."

"Cause we love you! We want you to have the best life you can have!"

"How am I supposed to have the best life if I am fast-growing, if I don't grow anymore, if I have parents that are teenagers and we are not rich!"

"I know, sweetie. But this is what life is. I already accepted it, now you have to."

"But it's too difficult!"

"That's why we are here. For you, and your brother. I know it's easier for him, but Allison you're my daughter and I beleive in you."

"Thanks mom."

Malia started to analyze Allison seeing that she didn't have any scars.

"Allison, were are your scars?"

"What scars?"

"The night you left us you were really hurt. You were supposed to have scars. A lot of them."

"Well, I don't."

"What happened?" Mallia asked in shock.

"They healed."

"WHAT? You...you weren't supposed to heal."

"I know. I don't heal as fast as you or Peter, but I can heal small things. If I try to. I just can't heal if I'm dead. But that's not the case, so..."

Malia, Stiles and Peter were with their mouths opened.

Stiles went over Allison, with his knees on the floor, and holding her arms.

"You really healed. There's nothing left!"

"I told you, dad. You don't have to worry now."

Stiles stood up and hugged Allison who hugged him back, placing her head on his chest. Stiles then remembered the first day he saw Allison.

She was with Malia and she was feeding her. She was covered in blood, but he immediately fell in love with her.

"Mal, can I hold her?"

"Of course you can. But don't you preffer that we clean her up first? She's all covered in blood. And so am I." She said letting out a small laugh.

"No. She's still pretty in this way."

"Okay then." Malia said as Stiles took off his shirt.

"What are you doing?"She said smiling as she looked at his body.

"I want to have skin-to-skin contact too. Lydia said that this way the babies feel better."