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[2] Summertime Sadness

"You need to breathe. Remember what keeps you human. Focus on your anchor." I sighed, rubbing my forehead in frustration as I stared over at Malia who was currently chained to a beam in Derek's old loft. 

After coming back to Beacon Hills, Malia had texted saying she was still having trouble shifting and controlling herself. Normally, being the bitch that I am and wanting nothing more than to relax in bed with Stiles after coming back from visiting Derek, I would have said no.... But then she proceeded to tell me about how there was no one else who could teach her. Malia tried telling me that Scott couldn't teach her, something about him not understanding how hard it is.

And about how it's different with Scott since he's never killed anybody before. Well, looks like i'm just the go to person when it comes to controlling violent tendencies. Either way, I was flattered so I agreed to help her. Besides, Derek helped me when I was out of control so I should help do the same with Malia. 

"Well I would if you would just stop talking." Malia growled, yanking on her chains.

I laughed to myself, shaking my head. "Malia, if you'd practice like I showed you before I left for the summer than I wouldn't need to keep talking and reminding you." I smirked, causing Malia to roll her eyes as she kept groaning in pain. "Look, I know we're still in a really weird place but I'm just trying to help you the best way i know how." I said, looking down at Malia who was scratching her claws against Derek's floorboards. "And watch the floors, I promised Derek we wouldn't destroy his loft that much in case he wants to come visit." 

Note to self, message Derek and apologize about the damaged floors. Though I don't think he'd mind since this loft has been to hell and back before. But still, I promised I wouldn't completely trash it. 

"I just wanted you to help me learn--ahhh..control so I could shift into my coyote form." Malia growled at me, still yanking on her chains. Apparently despite absorbing her mother's powers or whatever, she was still having trouble with it all. And honestly, I don't blame her especially with all the power she's gotten recently from her mother, it'll be a lot harder. 

I shrugged my shoulders. "All that power you took from you mom, it's a lot. It's going to take a lot of practice in order to keep in control and even more if you want to make the shift to your coyote form easier on yourself. With practice and patience, you'll be in control of your coyote form shift and not kill anyone. Don't need a repeat of what happened last time." 

Last full moon, I was helping Scott deal with Hayden's full moon shift and I guess Malia thought she had a handle on it. She didn't. She shifted and almost tore this couple apart on the hiking trail. Luckily, Scott and I were nearby with Hayden so I ran out towards the sounds to help. I called for help, erased their memories and took Malia to where we had Hayden. It took a lot of time and it took a lot of pain before she shifted back because she kept shifting in and out. It was hard, all that power all at once and not knowing how to control it. Sure Malia and I aren't as close with each other as we are with everyone else but I guess she really needed me if she asked for my help. That and Scott told me that he recommended her to ask me for help since I was wicked at self control. 

Which is how we ended up here, in Derek's loft, with me trying to teach her some more self control so all this new found power of her's wouldn't end up killing her or someone else. And hopefully with more time, she would be able to handle the transition easier.