Scary people

Not a werewolf

Stiles, Malia and Allison returned home.

Scott was already at his house and Lydia went to Stiles's house to go home with Parrish.

A lot had happened and it was time for them to rest.

But Peter wouldn't let them.

When they arrived, Peter, John and Parrish were waiting them on the living room.

Peter was with an angry and disappointed face, with his arms crossed.

Stiles closed the door, and still no one sad anything.

"Can someone explain me what's happening?"-Stiles

"Peter didn't turn."-Parrish

"What?!"

Malia shocked.

Allison was looking at the floor with a guilty face.

Malia looked over her, picked her by her chin and made her look right at her eyes.

"Do you know something about this?"

"Ah..."

"Allison!!"

Malia took her hand out of her chin.

"Okay, okay! I know what's happening."

"You do?!"-Stiles

"Yeah. When I was a coyote, I tried to warn you, growling, but you couldn't understand me, so I had to wait until I was human again to tell you guys."

"So..."-John

"Peter is a human. He's nothing supernatural."

"But I was scratched in the throat!"-Peter

"And we saw it. The claws went pretty deep. He has to be a werewolf."-Malia

"Well, he's not."

"How..."

Peter was almost crying.

"It's my fault."-Allison

"What are you talking about, Ally?! You have nothing to do with this!"-Stiles

"I have."

They all looked with a confused look and waited until she explained herself.

"I healed him."

"You did what?!"

Peter was starting to get more angry than usual.

"I thought he was not coming back. I thought he was not healing and since I was a full coyote, I tried to heal him, and it worked. But with that I took his supernatural powers. But at that time, I just thought that I was bringing my brother to life again. I didn't think I was doing that. And I would never do that. I'm sorry, Peter. I really am."

Allison approached him.

"DON'T COME ANY CLOSER TO ME!"

Allison started to tear up.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT! I HATE YOU!"

"I didn't mean to do that, okay?!"

"YES, YOU DID! YOU WANT THE WHOLE POWER JUST TO YOU! YOU WANT TO BE MORE POWERFULL! THAT'S WHAT YOU REALLY WANT!"

Allison cried and ran upstairs.

"Baby!"-Malia

They heard the door being shut, nervously, by Allison.

"Look what you did, Peter! She didn't deserve that! She was just trying to help you!"

Malia ran after her daughter.

"You shouldn't have said that, buddy. She's your sister."

Stiles tried to calmly said it, approaching Peter.

"But she stole my powers!"

"She didn't know she was doing that. She was just trying to bring you back to life."

Peter turned his head and crossed his arms.

He was a hardheaded boy.

Not opened to new explanations...

Because he had his own.

And he wanted to believe that it was the right one.

But it wasn't.

...

"Baby, it's me. Let me in."-Malia

Allison was pushing the door, to keep anyone from coming in.

She wanted to be alone.

"No. I want to be alone."

She said that as she took deep breaths.

Malia could hear her crying.

She was really upset.

"Mom, you can go. I'm okay."

"If you say you're okay, you shouldn't be crying."

She cried more and slowly opened the door.

She then layed, with her head on the pillows, on her parents bed.

Malia smiled and approached her.

She sat right next to her and started playing with her long, light brown hair.

"Ally, even though your brother is really angry with you and he has no reason to be, because it's not your fault... well, not totally."

Allison laughed and turned her head, looking at her mom.

"I believe you, baby. I know you were just trying to bring him back."

Allison nodded.

Malia smiled and kissed her cheek.

Allison stood up and sat on the bed, right next to her mom.

"Come here, baby."-Malia

Allison placed her head on Malia's lap and looked up to her.

"I love you."-Malia

Allison smiled.

"I love you too, mom. But I'm still worried with him. What will he do?"

"I don't know, Ally. Let's just wait and see."

Malia stayed caressing her daughter's hair until she fell asleep.

She was really tired.

Malia tucked her in the bed, kissed her forehead, looked at her once again and went downstairs.

...

When they saw Malia coming, they immediately asked about Allison.

"How's Ally, babe?"-Stiles

"She's sleeping. I calmed her down. She's okay for now."

Malia looked over Peter.

He was still with an angry face.

And this look wasn't going to change until he got what he wanted.

Power.

He wanted power.

Just like another Peter they know really well.

Was he like him?

They were hoping he wasn't.