The Eclipse 🐺

Chapter Twenty-Six: Coyote

Scott and Stiles had phone me about what Deaton had told them, about a door being open into their minds, and I told them they had to shut that door. If it's left open, things can twist their way inside and it wasn't going to be pleasant for them.

Night had came, and I had been buried in books and my eyes were now drowning in them, but I couldn't find anything more that would be useful to us. The outcome was the same for them all, death, the last stage. I sighed as I dropped the book down onto the kitchen counter as I had sat at the island counter for a change. A wine glass filled with blood - only half-way, as it sat on the counter as well. I lifted the glass up and took a sip, tasting the sweet taste of blood, dance along my taste-buds. I relaxed in the high-chair, as I felt total clam and not stressed out of my head. But I was waiting for the other shoe to drop...

I place the wine glass back down on the counter, and hovered my hand over my phone and picked it up. I looked at the screen but I had no messages, no phone calls. I was kind of surprised.

"Well, an early night for me," I replied to myself, as I place my phone back down onto the counter and picked up the wine glass again, and swung the blood back, gulping it down like there wasn't any tomorrow, but it tasted so good going down my throat.

I believe this was the first night that I've had in awhile that I've actually gone to bed early and nothing supernatural happen, or Scott or Stiles needed me for something. So, it felt good to have a night to myself...

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The next day had approached, Scott and Stiles had wanted to talk to Allison and I, before their class and our classes started. They of course had filled us in what was happening. I stood in-between Stiles and Allison as Stiles began to show us on his tablet a map of Beacon Hills woods. "Here's where we found the den. It's right in the middle of the hiking trails," Stiles had pointed out the blue pin in the map on the tablet.

"Well, that could narrow it down. Coyotes travel in fixed trails," Allison had said as she leans over and uses her index finger to follow the trail on the map. "But I think you're right about her not going back to the den. Coyotes don't like wolves. And they're really smart. If they don't want to be heard, they actually walk on their toes," Allison had given us some information on the subject, but I was still having doubts about a Coyote being a girl called Malia.

"Coyotes tip-toe?" Stiles had asked, clearly impressed with the new information.

"They tip-toe," Allison gave his a look, but he mouths something and I didn't quite get it, as he turned his gaze to Scott. Suddenly, the bell rings for classes to begin, as Allison looks up to the bell. "We got to go, but send me the pinned location," Allison had said as she grabs me by the hand and we go to our next class together.

As she pulled me to our next class, my mind had gone somewhere, somewhere that I didn't think about much, about what effects it would have on everyone around me... Tell them that I'm a vampire. The first time I came back, Allison was the first person that I told, the first person that knew my secret. That I was a Witch, but the other-side of me, the vampire side. I wanted to tell her, to tell her what I truly was because what can of friend would I be? If our friendship was based on lies... But the fear was heavy and loosing her and the rest of my friends, I couldn't bare at this moment in time...