Malia Tate was a werecoyote fighting to forgive herself for her wrong doings when she ran away from the only home she has ever known, and straight into the arms of Hayley Marshall who turned into someone really important to her.
Everything was goin...
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"I suppose it's a family trait. Everything we love, we turn to ash."
I woke up with a gasp. I was in a darkish area -- a car. I looked to my right and saw Hayley who was looking at me with wide eyes. "Hayley," I whispered.
"It's okay, don't worry. I'll get us out of this," She whispered back to me and started kicking at the back window.
The person - who was driving the car - stopped and made their way back the trunk. When the person opened up the door, he tried to grab me but I kicked him in the face.
"Seriously?" The guy said in a voice that was very familiar. I looked up and was met by Tyler Lockwood.
"Tyler?" Hayley asked in disbelief.
"You don't wanna fight me, Hayley and Malia. You know you can't beat a hybrid," He told us which made me growl. He zip-tied our ankles so that we couldn't run away.
"Ahh! Let me go, you backstabbing half-breed piece of shi-" I started but was cut off.
"Shut up!" He hissed at me.
I growled again and kicked him in the jaw. I kept normal, not showing my eyes or anything. He slapped me across the face which just made me angrier. I kicked him again which made him seething in anger. He grabbed my head and bashed it into the car door, everything went to black.
"You stupid son of a-" Hayley started but Tyler roughly grabbed her and Malia's body, throwing them over his shoulders. As he was carrying the two girls, his eyes flashed gold due to anger and frustration.
Tyler dropped both Hayley's and I on the front stoop of a little shack. I literally joke woke up and everything is a little blurry.
"What is this place?" Hayley asked Tyler as I held my head in my hand.
"The armpit of Louisiana," He answered then pulled a knife out of his pocket. I growled which made Hayley look at me with worry filled eyes.
"What are you gonna do with that?" Hayley asked him as she glanced at me.
"Depends on you two," He cuts the zip-ties on our ankles.
"Hey," I started with a stern voice. "you attacked is, remember? You ambushed us, in my own backyard," I told him, gripping my wrists to see the marks from the zip-ties disappearing.
