The Loss Within: Stalia

Chapter 3

Stiles POV
Malia just walks away. The way she saw me...there was pain. No longer anger but pain. I don't know what I've done.Her eyes turned blue. Did it really hurt that much? I bet Scott was hearing since he's looking at me with a disappointed look. I have haunted Malia more than anyone else...I broke her. Scotts glare is fixed upon me and I can feel his anger boiling. I deserved that.
But...Did I ever love her? I just can't bring myself around her thinking I killed a person. Donovan. She had to open her mouth and ask me about him. The here's a part of me that doesn't bring myself to trust her and push her away, but there's also something inside of me that wants to hug her and tell her that everything's okay. But as she's almost out of my sight a and I don't. Scott starts to walk over to me. Here comes the Alpha. I suspect I messed up. Just a slight suspicion. His eyes turn red. I think my doubts are cleared, I definitely messed up.
"Stiles..." I just look at the floor. I don't want him to speak. I expect him to scream at me but in a low raspy voice he says something. Something I didn't didn't expect.
"She just broke the bond with the pack." He says. I turn to him. My mouth hangs upon and the pack is also looking at each other, shooting nervous glances.
"What? But a lone werewolf-" I start.
"Is always killed because it's seen as vulnerable. It applies to a werecoyote too." He says concern penetrating his words. She broke the bond, that's why her eyes glowed. Did she know what she did?
I feel confused and angry and weird and...I don't know.. I straight my thoughts.
"It's her decision." I say coldly. Scott looks at me as if I'm someone else. And I recognize that look well. It's the look he gives Theo. The enemy. But still it was her choice. I definitely didn't tell her to remove herself from the pack. And I'm not her freaking babysitter to watch after her.
"No, Stiles. You made her. She heard you yesterday at your place. When you didn't invite her, remember?" He asks. I just chew my check and shoot him an annoyed glance and walk away. I'm part of the pack too. So why don't they take my vote on things like this...Its totally fine in my perspective. Either way, she can take care of herself.
"You okay?" Lydia asks me. I see her beautiful green eyes looking at mine.
"Yeah sorry." But even I don't believe myself but either way she doesn't ask about it.
"If someone loves you...does it mean you have to love them back?" I ask without really thinking what I'm talking about. Thought race back and forth.
"Not really. Why?" She says stopping beside me. She shoots me a worried look. I cross my arms over my chest.
"Just curious about your opinion." I respond. I felt relief. Lydia understands. And if she thinks it's okay then, I'm okay. She's the only one helping me cling before I fall to insanity. She has always been. Between me and her...she's the biggest person.
We are walking with Lydia out off school, when she freezes in her tracks. I feel it, the whole pack feels it. I gasp. Someone is dying.
Malias POV
I am walking back to my cave, but someone's following me, I can feel it. Though I don't really care. I don't have the will nor strength to fight so I hope it's not anything dangerous. But as usual I'm wrong.
Someone jumps out of the bushes and shoots an arrow dipped on wolfsbane at my arm. I just scream in pain and turn to a werecoyote. Then another one in my calve. This time I do fall to the ground. I know I can run but what's the point. It's not like I'm going to get far. I want to roar and signal my position to my pack, but I remember I cut bonds with them. Great. Timing was perfect.
"We got her." I hear a guy say. I look up and just lay there on the leaves. Blood brooding out of me, I don't care. He has hazel eyes and dark skin. He is wearing a leather jacket and has a scar between his temple that extends to his cheek on the other side. Claw marks.
"Ohhh. Weird. She isn't fighting." A woman says behind me. She's also wearing leather and has a pixie cut. Her boot pressed against my back, holding me down. I taste soil and try to remain calm. The wolfsbane is in my system. I can't fight like this.
"What if her pack is here?" The guy asks with concern. The girl looks around.
"I don't have anyone." I say in tears. Not angry, just blurting out the words. Pain burns in my arm and calve. Am I helping them? What is on with me?
"A lone werewolf" she says and smiles enthusiastically.
"Werecoyote." I correct she just looks into my eyes and I already turned back to human. She grabs my arm and injects wolfsbane. Just enough for me to go to sleep. I'm thankful for that because I just want to drift away from reality even if it's only for a while. I slowly slip away. But before that I can hear a sentence.its the pixie girl
"It's the first time I've ever felt bad for a supernatural." She says.
"Yeah, me too." Even they pity me. That's embarrassing.
...
I wake up attached to a table. I look at my sides. I'm in a basement. Everything hurts.
"Morning, beautiful" someone says behind me. I see a woman. My mom. She resembles me even a little. Her claws are out, but they're longer than I remember.pure hatred goes through me as I realize what she's about to do.
"You bitch." I hiss at her. I swear I hate her. I try to Val. Myself down again. If these are going to b my last moments, I better not spend them with hate. So I take a deep breath. I don't try to scape. What's the point anyway? It's not like there'll be a search party for Malia Tate or a Welcome Back celebration. I lay there still. And then smile at her. She tilts her head confused.
"I prefer mom, Malia." She says. As I expect she takes the talisman claws out and put them on.
"If this is it...Ill like to wish you the best since I guess I won't be using it anymore." I say and add a little sarcasm. She is baffled but keeps her act up. I smile at her.
"You were a mistake Malia. My mistake and I need to mend it. I'll make it as painfully as possible baby" she finishes off before her claws insert my abdomen and my power is draining. It's just a minute. Soon, everything will be over. She twists it to make more painful and I scream and then there's nothing. Nothing.