The Wolf Trials

Chapter Twelve

Newt walked quietly, a slight bounce in his step. He couldn't help but grin, Thomas was okay as far he seemed. He had hope of getting them both out of the facility.

He slipped between two double doors into a stairway. He hurried down the steps, having memorised the route he had to take.

He stopped on his penultimate step, as doors flung open. A woman stood in the doorway, her small frame wrapped in a lab coat. Her hair was cut in a short bob.

Her shoes were muddy, a glance at her clothing beneath the coat revealed a pair of jeans and a shirt, splattered with red stains.

She stared at him, her eyes turning to a steel blue. Newt blinked, "Not the weirdest thing I've seen today." The girl's eyes widened. Newt sighed and ran a hand through his hair, unsure what to do. Finally he spoke, "Let me guess, you're not meant to be here either?"

The girl reached up, as though grasping for a strand of hair to twirl, but her hands connected with nothing. Her hair must've only recently been cut, Newt thought.

She spoke, "Yeah... I'm Malia..." She stuck out her hand, which Newt shook. "I'm Newt. Nice to meet ya."

"Say, you wouldn't happen to know anyone called Scott would you? I'm having a bit of trouble finding the shank." Malia have him a confused look, "Oh-I mean person... I forgot people don't know glader language."

The last sentence made Malia raise her eyebrows and question him, "Glader language? What's that?" Newt bit his tongue and drummed his fingers on the side of his thighs as he thought of a way to get out of this struggle he had gotten himself into. He coughed, "Would you believe me if I said I was from a different country?"

Malia rolled her eyes, making Newt smirk a little. "Didn't think so." Malia blinked, before responding. "I was actually looking for Scott, he's my pack leader."

Newt nodded, somehow it made sense to him. Nothing seemed weird anymore. "I take it you know where he is?" He commented.

Malia nodded, her gaze shifting away from him for a moment, "Move." She whispered and pushed him to the side of the stairwell, and under the stairs. He was pushed up against the wall as Malia glared at him. Noting to keep quiet, Newt gestured towards the door, mouthing the words, "No-one's there."

Malia gestured her head towards the door. As it slammed open, two figures stepped in. All Newt could see was their shadows, as they were out of sight.

Newt's chest ached, Malia was almost crushing him against the wall. He was thankful for the sudden action, as she somehow knew people were coming.

He stared at her questioningly, a smile played on his lips as he realised she had saved them both. However, he still had no idea how she knew people were coming.

Once the voices faded as the people left, Malia dragged newt out of the hiding spot. Newt spoke, "What are you?" Malia spun around, her grip tightening on his arm. Newt inhaled sharply as he felt a stab of pain, her nails had turned to claws.

"Malia- You're a werewolf." It was more of a statement than a question, his voice seemed to make Malia calm down, as her eyes faded to their usual colour. Her grip loosened, Newt rubbed his arm instinctively. She nodded, not even seeming bothered by what she was. "I'm a were-coyote actually." Newt smiled, "Must be nice."

Newt facepalmed, almost forgetting his main mission, "So do you know here Scott is right? I need to find him." Malia responded. "Why?"

He paused for a moment, thinking of how to explain. The words tumbled out of his mouth, "My friend Thomas is in a weird coma thing and keeps mentioning Scott. Clearly knows the guy."

Malia grabbed his arm, not being gentle. "What does this friend of yours look like?" Newt pulled his arm away. "Tall-ish, brown hair, good at solving problems and stuff."

Malia's eyes widened, "Y-you mean Stiles? You found Stiles?" Newt shrugged, "You mean Thomas. He came to me during one of the weird experiments WCKD was conducting. We're best friends..."

"No. His name is Stiles, he's Scott's best friend. He had been since they were kids."
Newt interrupted her, "WCKD took our memories! We're only just starting to get them back. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a friend to help- and somehow only this Scott can help."

Newt strolled out of the double doors, leaving behind a stunned Malia. He paused, having forgotten his way.

Malia walked out of the doors behind him and stopped, with a smirk on her face she spoke "You lost?"

Newt whirled around, glaring at her. "No-Just calculating my next move..." Malia held up a hand for him to be quiet, as someone approached ahead of them, the door slammed on its hinges with a bang.

All fell silent as the safety of a gun was clicked off...