Is There Somewhere?|| Book 1 (Malydia AU)

Chapter Six || Werewolves

Lydia's POV

The knife clattered out of my hands.

A growl rippled out of my future husbands throat as his eyes flared into a blood red colour, they weren't as beautiful as Malia's; they were a threat.

Jagged claws were at his fingers as he took another step forward and I felt fear clamp my throat down,

Fuck! Was everyone a werewolf now?

"Scott!" I gasped and my hands flew out in front of me as he kept stalking forward. His back hunching over as the deep snarls echoed off the chamber walls.

I tried to grasp at the banshee power I had buried down deep within myself. I furrowed my eyes together as I flung myself forward and screamed. The cold feeling washed over my body as my vision went white, I felt my legs give out as I collapsed onto my knees, the scream echoed in the small room. I felt the power wrap around me as another death filled my mind.

It was the man who had tried to kill me, the one Malia hadn't clawed. He was being held at sword point by the leader of the guards, Derek Hale. Moving swiftly forward the sword was impaired in the mans stomach.

The vision drifted away as my vision cleared. Scott was on the ground, his hands cover his ears but he had a massive grin on his
face as he pulled himself to his feet.

"Banshee." He gasped before stumbling over to me and pulling me to my feet. "The Martin blood line is Banshee! That's why your mother refused to take your fathers last name, she had
to keep Martin for those who worship the banshee spirt."

I only stared blankly at the now hyper boy
who was dancing around on his tiptoes. "Oooh! This is so exciting."

Grabbing onto Scott's shoulder I turned him to face me before pulling my hand back and slapping him across the face, "You mutt!" I screamed, crossing my arms I stormed over to the chambers door.

"Lydia- what the hell?" He gasped clutching his face.

I whirled around my eyes on fire, "You were about to murder me! Now you're acting like we are friends!"

"No- no, Lydia you don't-" He started but I already slammed the chamber door in the boy's face. Picking my dress up I quickly started jogging down the hallway.

I needed to find Malia.

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Malia's POV

"Stiles, I don't care if there are hot guards." I snapped, but Stiles kept talking his head off. The boy was my friend yes, but right now I was deciding what the best way was to kill him and where to hide the body.

My back slumped against my bunk bed as I rolled my eyes. "I swear to god Stiles, I will claw your throat out-"

The knock on the door caused us both to leap to our feet. I quickly grabbed the dagger hiding under my bed and Stiles did the same. "Who can that be?" He hissed to me and I shrugged.

"Hide your weapon in case it's a guard." I snap and Stiles nodded his head before walking forward and swinging the door open.

Standing there was the princess. Her strawberry blonde hair was a mess upon her head and her dress was still ripped but she held a determined look on her face. My heart quickened as her stormy green eyes landed on me, "Malia." She gasped and I quickly bowed as Stiles did the same.

"Your majesty." He mumered, "To what we have the honour."

"I need help." She says before raising her head proud. "You're the only I could think to come too."

Werecoyote, she knows I'm a were something at least. Stepping forward I nodded, "Come in, Stiles' knows, your majesty."

The princess let go of a shaky breath and I watched as Stiles turned to me, his eyebrow raised as his mouth hung open.

"Um, Malia? Since when were you bffs with the princess?"

I shrug and motioned for Lydia to sit down; to which she does. "The prince is a werewolf." She announces and I blinked.

"Scott McCall?" I asked and Lydia gave me a sharp nod.

Stiles snorted, "Your future husband? That's gotta be shitty."

"Stiles!" I snapped whipping around to face the joker, he had a lopsided grin on his face and I saw Lydia's cheeks flare up.

"I'd rather not be married to him." She says, her voice smooth and calm, "I feel he may pose a threat to our kingdom, which is the only reason I came to the only other werewolf I know."

"Me." I gasp, "What do you need help with, your majesty?"

The princess stood, smoothing her dress at she locked eyes with me, "As you may be aware, there has been two cases of assassins in the kingdom out to kill royalty."

To kill you.

"I fear the Scott may had made it look like he was targeted as well. So people wouldn't suspect him." She finishes with a confident look on her face. My eyes shift over to Stiles who seems as confused as me.

"Are you saying you think the prince, is an assassin?"

"Your majesty." I quickly add.

"Yes." She deadpans, "I trust you, Malia, I'm not sure why. It just... I just usually know when I can trust someone."

I blink, I felt the guilt hit my like a sucker punch but I force a smile on my face.

You are here for a reason. Work with this. You can trick her, you can win.

"I am honoured your majesty." I stutter, quickly bowing again but Lydia waved her hand annoyed.

A frown grew on her face, "No- No bowing please. And stop with the 'your majesty' just... just treat me like a normal person please."

My eyes shift up to lock with her hesitant ones, her lips were in a firm line and her strawberry blonde hair fell elegantly around her features. It amazed me that someone who had been nearly assassinated; and from what I've been hearing; twice. She still looked, beautiful.

I swallow hard and stand, I glance over at my best friend who gives me a firm nod. To the princess it was him confirming that he agreed with helping her.

To me I knew it was him confirming this was a perfect way to kill her.

Finally, I spoke. "Tell me what you need help with, and I give you my and Stiles' undying loyalty." 

A/N - Sorry for late update :P sorta didn't know what to do hehe. And my ex and his friend found my account so I sorta just didn't know what to do with life.

aND IF YOU MOTHERFUCKERS ARE READING THIS  O_o