power and control ; malia tate. [2]

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SONG : NOT ABOUT ANGELS - BIRDY

She stood up hesitantly, not knowing where she was or how she got there. She knew one thing, though. She felt horrible. She felt drowsy, and weirdly her eyes felt like they were almost glued shut, like she had just woken up from a nap that makes you forgot what year it was.

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Malia stood at her locker, staring at the one locker that made her feel beyond depressed. But she knew she couldn't just lay in bed all day, even though she wanted to. She wanted to tell her father that she felt sick, she wanted to sleep all day, she wanted to be sad. But she had to go to school and pretend to be happy so her friends wouldn't worry about her, even though they already were.

The pack was the slightest bit of better. They could actually do their schoolwork and not have a large weight of guilt on their shoulders. Although, they still were sad. Just not as sad. Malia was really the one who didn't get better out of the pack.

Cara's family in the other hand, they were a mess. Cory, to be specific. Yet, all of them were depressed, of course. Cory debated on going to therapy, but decided against it since he didn't know how to explain how his sister died. What was he going to say? My sister died from a werewolf stabbing her in the stomach with her claws? He would probably be sent to the Eichen House. Yes, he could theoretically lie, or not tell, about his sister, but he was a really bad liar. And he can't keep his mouth shut to save his life.

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"Malia. I need you to come here now."

Malia heard the message and immediately drove to Lydia's house, wondering what could possibly be wrong at the moment. She thought back to when she was in her coyote form. How simple life was. No friends. Crushes. Family. Just her, the woods. She misses it.

She wished that Scott and Stiles wouldn't have found her. She wished that she wouldn't have met Cara so when she passed away she wouldn't have felt the excruciating pain that was caused by a simple girl that slowly turned into a crush, and finally turned into a lover at the last second of Cara's short life. Malia tried everything she could to get the innocent girl out of her head, but no luck. She was the type of person that when she left, the town, the country, the world, faded into a world that seemed black and white in everyone's eyes. Cara lit up the pack's life, which was rare for someone to do. Even though they really didn't get to know her, they knew that she was their friend, and it was devastating when she died.

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"Malia!" The raven haired girl screamed. 

Tears streamed down her face. She was confused on where she was or how she got there. Her stomach ached. She looked down and saw dried blood and newly fresh blood. Her hand went to raise her shirt, shocked to see her skin completely healthy and smooth, no outrageous wound that she was expecting to scream at. But, of course, she wondered where the blood was coming from- if it even was her blood. 

Something sharp in her mouth caught her attention, her opening her mouth and pressing her index finger to her canine tooth, bringing her finger out to see blood and a wound that healed instantly. She knew that she was no longer human at that moment. 

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my friends are bitches ha :( anyway this took 2 days to write this very small chapter. does anyone know what Cara is?? *smirk* actually i didnt give you enough clues, so stay tuned to know what Cara is!