Theo and Malia-The afterlife

Chapter 12

UNEDITED. OOPS!

"Stiles!" Malia panics dropping to the ground. She manages to make her way towards the lifeless body in front of her seeking some kind of comfort in knowing that Stiles was okay. Though he was her first, she would forever care and love him more than anyone else. 

"Stiles, wake up!" She slaps his cheeks seeking for consciousness. Behind her, Theo surveys what exactly put Stiles unconscious in the first place. Before she knew it, her eyes welled with tears.

Wake up! Wake up! 

He was her friend. A friend that taught her so much in such little time. He made long-lasting memories with her, showing her exactly how she could be loved. He taught her everything she needed to know. Without him, she wouldn't know how to survive the new world that she adapted to. 

"Stiles! Can you hear me?" Continuing with her assault at figuring out if he was alive, her fingers touched the source of her injury.

Poison.

Not just any poison though. It was Kanima poison. Malia's mind backtracks. How could it possibly be? Last she heard Tracy was already dead. Theo had managed to steal power from both Josh and Tracy before Scott's pack had defeated the Beast. 

There was no way...

"That's right bitch." A voice from above the house snickers. "I'm back and I'm ready to take back what's mine,"

In all of this commotion, Theo had disappeared leaving Malia as good for dead if not anything. Where did he even go? Why did he just up and leave? She didn't know. All she knew was that she was distracted with Stiles and now she had one problem added on her to list. Tracy was back. 

In the past, she had no qualms with Tracy, but now knowing that there was something that Tracy wanted from her made her skeptical and curious. She wanted to know what exactly she stole from her and why she was suddenly showing up.

"Why are you here?" Malia stands up from her kneeling position, surveying Tracy's figure.

"When I heard that he was back, I just thought," She chuckled to herself looking away for a brief second before meeting Malia's eyes. "he'd never go back to the person he shot and left for dead with the desert wolf," 

Malia stands there, keeping her face neutral. Although the incident with her mother left a wedge between her and Theo. 

"But then, I'm mistaken," She continues walking around Stiles's body. "He killed me with a purpose. And I had been his most loyal follower. I did everything he wanted me to do no questions asked. And yet with you," Her eyes stare right into Malia's blue ones menacingly, "It's just easy. He flirts and he smirks just to get what he wants. Yet you don't take his bait. No, you defy him and he loves it. He craves it."

"In case you didn't know, Tracy. He and I are were coyotes. Of course, he's going to be closer to me!" Tracy snarls her claws coming out ready to attack. "How did you...why are you..."

"I got resurrected by Theo," She smirks knowing it would hit Malia where it hurts. Before Malia could react, Tracy hits Malia and pushes her claws deep into Malia. 

"And you thought he was a good guy," She whispers as Malia struggles against her hold. 

"Yeah? You're a bitch," Malia grapples with Tracy pushing her down and pressing her foot against her chest. The two continue with their dance eager to shred the other to pieces. It's a do or die situation over some boy. 

In the back of Malia's mind, her thoughts split into two different perceptions. 

Why should she be fighting for a guy that shot her and left her for dead?