Wild Fire (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 7 - Allies

I swing the basket as I walk down the store aisle. Colorful brands try to scream at me and there's too much of one product on these shelves.

Why in the hell are there so many types of chocolate? milk chocolate, dark chocolate, chocolate chunk, triple chocolate chunk, chocolate layered, sweet chocolate, raw chocolate, white chocolate, and bittersweet chocolate.

I should have brought the teenagers with me they would have loved to help pick out Halloween candy, I internally groan. But I remind myself that by myself is a lot easier than with those 3. It's easier to pick out candy without 6 extra hands throwing things in the basket without my knowledge until I check it out and see the cost is in the hundreds.

I put my finger to my chin and look at the long isle of candy. Plastic bags, containers, and wrappers cover the different types of candy and all of it overwhelms me. Usually on Halloween I would get a large Hershey bar from the gas station and give it to Kira. With 4 of us now it's easier to get a big bag and share it.

Picking out candy isn't suppose to be this hard! I haven't had candy in years and these brands mean nothing to me. Like what the hell is an almond mound?

My groan floods the empty isle and my lips pucker in thought as I stare at these different candies.

"Your thinking way to into it"

I don't bother to look at the owner of the voice for my gaze is trained in front of me. It didn't even occur to me why I didn't hear this person sneak up on me.

"I have 3 very picky teens at home." I reply simply. I tap the finger on my chin. 

"Oh, so you're also stalling then?" They say and I finally acknowledge that this person is a female. Not a voice I recognize though.

I give her comment a bit of thought before shrugging "More or less"

I go back to focusing on the candy in front of me. I expect this girl to continue with her day but I still sense her presence next to me. Not to mention her eyes are boring into the side of my head.

A deep breath escapes me and a glare forms in my eyes. I lose focus and stare aimlessly in front of me until this person gets the message. My hip cocked with my hand placed on it. Annoyance burning bright within me.

"You know I can't shift because of you and your friend"

My body tenses at the word. My head snaps in her direction and her hazel eyes stare into mine with determination and a small flicker of anger in her orbs. Her brown hair curls over her shoulders and her lips form a straight line. I'm somewhat shocked to see her again so soon but I don't let it show on my face. The only reason I still remember her face is because I haven't seen many of her kind.

"Ever since your friend made me shift I can't shift back" She says without emotion and I kind of expected a snarl in her voice but I don't hear any sign of it.

I didn't really expect to hear an 'I'm sorry' from her either.

"If you want to know the truth I didn't care if you ever shifted back. I did it to pass the time and plus those teens wouldn't let me hear the end of it" I reply in the exact same tone "But please carry on. I don't have much of a life anyway" I shift my voice to be sarcastic.

 Malia lips turn up in her own sarcastic smile. "I see" she mutters and I see the fire in her eyes dim but it isn't completely gone yet. "So me losing my ability to shift was just to humor you"

I cross my arms over my chest "Sure. Why not?" I reply kind of heartlessly. I feel sorta bad when I see her flinch at my words and tone. I remember I'm talking to a teenage girl that's been through a lot so me adding on pressure doesn't exactly help things. I soften my tone for my next statement. "I didn't know you would lose the ability to shift. I didn't think of it and I'm most certainly not humored by it. But yes you helped me pass the time that is something I don't deny."

Finally the fire in her eyes dim to nothing and her lips are slightly parted in puzzlement "You're not lying" she mutters lowly mostly to herself.

It's been known to happen on rare occasions. "Why would I lie to you, Malia?" I ask with slightly raised eyebrows "I don't want anything from you nor did you do anything to piss me off... yet. So why should I lie?"

That stumps her. She opens her mouth to say something but nothing comes out so she closes it.

"Look" I begin before she can say anything "For my involvement in this I'll teach you how to shift again, little coyot. I know how hard and frustrating it must be not being able to." I say softly.

"Uh.." Malia looks at me in pure confusion. "That's.. nice I guess. However you can't help me." My eyes narrow at her "You don't know anything about shifting so you can't help me" she turns, prepared to walk away.

My face twists in confusion and I'm surprised she doesn't know. We did face off in the woods. How many wolves does she know that have red eyes? I mean she knows Scott has red eyes but he doesn't shift like I do. Is that what she thinks? It's a laughable thought of Scott shifting but I keep a straight face.

"I was the black wolf" I call down the hall and her body instantly freezes mid step and she tenses. That got her attention.

She slowly turns back around toward me and her  hazel eyes are wide. "I was the black wolf you snarled at countless amount of times" I say and slowly she begins to walk back over to me with a look like she doesn't believe me. She can believe anything she wants but that doesn't make it any less true.

"I thought that one guy was the wolf" she says softly in a tone of disbelief.

I catch a laugh before it has time to escape but I can't suppress my smile and laughter in my eyes "Scott? Shifting? Sounds even more unrealistic outside my head." I chuckle "Can you imagine what the world would be like if there was more male shifters than females? We all may be rare but it would take a bad turn in the werewolf community with all there high and mighty dominance crap"

The corners of her lips tug upward. Her hazel eyes fill with humor and she takes her spot in front of me again. "You can help me?"

I shrug "I can try my best"

"Why?" she asks breathlessly "Why would you help me? You didn't even want to save me"

"We're rare female shifters. Us girl's have to stick together." I extend my hand toward her, realizing she doesn't even know my name and here I'm promising things. "I'm Katerina London"

She slips her hand in mine and smiles "Malia Tate"

At the contact my eyes flame red and her eyes blaze a steel blue and it's like fire and ice when they meet. It's a werewolf thing where you can recognize another wolf when your skin touches. Complicated yet cool.

With her other hand she reaches toward the candy selves and grabs a bag. "Since you're helping me, I'll help you" she extends the bag toward me and I take it with a smile on my lips.