Stiles Stilinski: Hunter Extraordinaire [Book 5]

Malia Tate?

Notes:

Hey guys!! I back. I really like writing these coming chapters. They flow together so nicely in my head. I hope you enjoy!

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Peter's POV:

I wake up confused. I'm sleeping on the couch. Why the hell am I sleeping here? I look around and no one else is around. I stand to go to the kitchen. There's a note from Allison saying she went to work and she drove Lydia. Lydia left a stack of math questions next to it. I sighed and grab a pen and start a bit.I can hear Stiles passed out in the other room. He doesn't have class today, but I know he didn't do his homework yesterday so I knock on his door.

"Stiles! Wake up!" I hear a grumble and stiles sliding off the bed. I head back to the kitchen and start a pot. Then I wait for Stiles.

"Morning Peter." Stiles yawns at me.

"Morning." Stiles looks over my shoulder to see what I'm doing.

And he groans, "How could you ever volunteer to do math?" I chuckle,

"I like math Stiles." But Stiles mumbles saying I'm crazy and makes a beeline to the freshly made coffee.

"Hey, Peter where's..." Stiles starts to say but pauses. I turn and see someone in front of Stiles. I jump in front of him and growl. I get a growl and a flash of blue eyes back. And last nights memories are coming back to me.

"Uh, Peter what should we do?" Stiles asked me. And I had no idea. If I was an Alpha I could force her to submit but sadly I'm not.

"Talk to her." Stiles gave me a face.

"Well thanks," he sighed but stepped up closer to the girl. She looked about Stiles' age.

"Uh hi, I'm Stiles. That's Peter what's your name?" He asks him tentatively. She growls louder and pops claws. I push Stiles back again.

"Hey, Peter I got an idea why don't you flash your eyes at her maybe she'll like submit or something." I sigh,

"Stiles I'm not an Alpha. I doubt it'll work, plus she seems kinda feral. I don't think this is going to work." We shouldn't have brought her here.

I see Stiles out of the corner of my eye pull out a bag. I raise a questioning eyebrow.

"Mountain ash," he says as he shrugs his shoulders

"So we don't end up hurting each other." I nod and step back letting Stiles do his thing. The girl was watching us carefully. The moment Stiles stepped up she growled, I matched her. When she looked at me Stiles threw the ash down. It settled into a perfect circle around her. She growls and charges at Stiles. However she hits the barrier, she's banging on it and growling non-stop now.

"So what do we do now?"I ask Stiles. He just shrugs. I sigh and point to the girl,

"This is your problem. I'm going to change my sheets." I move passed Stiles.

"Hey! What Peter, wait, no ... don't just leave me here." I close the door to my room ignoring Stiles. He put the barrier up he can deal with this himself. I look at my bed. God damn it, It's ripped to shreds. I pull what's left of the sheets off and get to work.

3 hours later.

I'm finally done. Apparently, she tried to take the window off before she came to us. So I spent some time trying to bend the frame back and placing my now broken window back. Then I had to clear the glass and clear some blood off the floor and everywhere else that girl walked. It's been a nightmare. I don't hear growling anymore so I decide it's a good a time as any to go see what's happening. As I step out I see Stiles sitting in front of the barrier where the girl is. And he's tossing in scraps of raw meat every few seconds. I walk behind him and slap him upside the head.

"Oww, Peter what the fuck?" I grab the meat.

"She's not a dog." Stiles just shrugs,

"Well she liked it, and she stopped growling at me. I don't see a problem here." I sighed I hate Stiles.

Stiles POV:

I see Peter sigh and put the rest of the meat on the table. I looked back at the girl.

"Hey, I'll give you more meat, if you tell me your name." The girl looked to contemplate it and nodded. I smacked Peter's arm,

"See it's working." I lean forward,

"So, your name?" She opens her mouth and a gravelly voice, from never being used says,

"M-malia." I smile,

"Well Malia, I'm Stiles, and this guy over here is Peter." I grabbed some meat and threw her it. Peter glared at me.

"What? I said I would." Peter walks up to the Malia,

"Where are you from?" Malia tilts her head in a dog like manner.

"I-I thin-k so-me plac-e cal-led Beac-on Hi-lls." She said in pieces. I look at Peter. We share a look, great what is she doing all the way over here?

"So what are you doing over here?" I ask continuing the questions.

"I fe-lt this pull, it tol-d me to c-ome here. Bu-t I don-'t fe-el i-t anymo-re." I nodded. I had no idea what this pull could be, it's not like there's a Nemeton here. Maybe I should call Deaton, see if he knows something.

I feel a buzz in my pocket. I take it out of my pocket, I got two messages. One from an unknown number and one from my dad. Deciding to see what my dad has, I ignore the other message for now. I open it and it's a picture of a little girl. Her name matches, it says here her name is Malia Tate and that she was assumed dead after her mother and sister were found dead in a car crash. My dad texted again that she still has a father alive in beacon hills. He wants to contact him. I tell him to hold on and hand the phone to Peter who reads it and looks surprised.

I walk close up to the barrier,

"Malia?" She looks up.

"Is your name Malia Tate?" She nods.

"Were you in a car crash when you were younger?" She stilled and howled in pain at probably remembering.

"Ok, no hey it's okay we can just skip that for now." I turned to Peter for help. He unhelpfully shrugged. I sighed,

"Malia, have you been in your full form this whole time?" She nodded again.

"Well, that explains why she's so feral and that she's letting you feed her raw meat," Peter says as an explanation.

"If the car crashed because she was turning then it would explain why she never turned back, she probably thinks that she killed her family." Now it was my turn to smack Peter after she howled and started to cry.

"Dude, what the hell? Even if she did transform there's no way the accident was her fault. Wouldn't her family have understood since she a born wolf, eh I mean coyote?" Peter thought for a moment,

"Well, she could be adopted. If that's the case then the parents wouldn't know. But it's strange to give up your child if you know they are a were." I nodded seeing the sense in what he was saying.

"I'll ask my dad, to see if the Tate's adopted. And see where from. If he can get the records." Peter nodded while pulling out stuff to cook. He pulled out 5 steaks out. And started to cook them. Malia looked content to just sit there so I quickly walked to my room for some privacy and called my dad. In the meantime, I opened the computer to do my own search of the police database just as an extra pair of eyes.

Notes:

So Malia is here finally. Also, expect a field trip coming for Stiles. And expect more MK, I didn't forget about him. He's going to show next chapter or the one after. I have decided yet.