Authors Note: This is my first fan-fiction, but not my first time writing for viewers. Please, comment and review! I love my readers! Share with you friends, and I also take suggestions as to what should happen in the story, because I have no full-proof plot. Just making it up as I go X3

"N-a-no! Malia, giv-give it to me!" Stiles quickly says, stuttering as Malia swiftly stuffs her face with a raw, bloody steak from a package they just purchased from the local grocery. She glares blankly at him, removing the bleeding slab of meat from her jaw placing it in Stiles' hands.

His eyebrows shoot up, at the uncooked and half-eaten steak placed within his hands,

"Yeah, thank you- thanks for that." He mumbles, slightly nodding his head repeatedly. He sets it back in the plastic container on the kitchen counter; wiping the excess juices, which had included Malias unnaturally large amount of saliva, on the sides of his dark blue jeans.

"Why did you take my food?" She huffed, her voice peaked.

"You aren't a coyote anymore—you cannot go around eating raw meat…" he pauses, quickly lifting the left corner of his lip in competition of self-debate. He wasn't sure what he wanted to say, and managed to stutter all the way. "Well…I guess you could but then everybody would fin-"he abruptly stops midsentence, flinging his slightly curled hands forward towards the pile of cow laying still on the kitchen counter, correcting his straying thoughts.

"Never mind, just…Don't go around eating raw meat…of any kind," he said, feeling the need to specify. "You'll get sick."

Stiles nods, somewhat sure of his sentence order. Malia suddenly steps forward her dark brown eyes gleaming up at Stiles' equally shaded eyes, gently grabbing the tips of his finger promptly followed holding his hand. His hand is warm and calming and feels vaguely like home- her home, in the forest back when she was a Coyote. She felt addicted to this feeling, and it never ceased to send a wave of nostalgia through her body every time they shared a touch. Stiles gleamed, looking down at their intertwined fingers, her scent filling his lungs with sweetness. Her sight filling his head with something that can only be described as light—he wants to touch her. Wrap his hands around her waist, and glide his fingers along her skin…He needs to be close to her.

"Uhh…" his voice cracks ever so slightly, as words cannot seem to find their way through his throat.

"Let's go back upstairs." Malia quickly decides, releasing Stiles' from her grip. Her finger tips, sting as the surrounding cold returns.

"Ah…Yeah, yeah—upstairs….Upstairs is where we need to be. Upst- yeah."

He forces a stiles-signature smile, pushing his arm towards the stairs in a fit of awkwardness. Malias' feet clamp forward, one in front of the other as he follows her upstairs.

Scott guides Malia on how to control her newly accessed powers. He teaches her how to extend her claws and fangs with ease, along with flashing her coyote crystal blue eyes for flair.

Malia has a hint of difficulty with her claws, before Scotts 'Alpha intelligence' shows her how to release them without a lick of pain. She laughs, wide-eyed and swings her hand in Stiles' direction in an attempt to show him her success. The sharp claws fling by an alarming distance from his face, in reflex he shoots back onto the back—his heart rate jump spiking.

"Oops, I'm so sorry!" she quickly blurts out, unable to wipe off the glorious smirk across her face.

Ding

Stile's phone chimes, alerting him of an incoming call.

Lydia immediately starts speaking, obviously distressed about something. In this town, the chances are it's something supernatural. He chuckles quietly to himself, preparing for the incoming wave that is Lydia Martin.

"Stiles. Scott didn't answer his phone. I heard something."

Stile's brow furrows, as he speaks cautiously. It hasn't even been two months since Allison's death, and the Nogitsunes reign of terror…And he was still weary of it all. He knew mentally that Scott didn't blame him for his part in their friend's death. But somewhere inside him, spoke differently. He was on the edge, trying to keep from slipping through the cracks of his faith.

"Lydia, calm down. Now, tell me—what kind of something?"

Lydia sarcastically replies, obviously annoyed and troubled.

"What do you think!? A super-natural banshee something! You need to come over here, now."

The sound of her saying 'Super-natural Banshee' curves at the tip of her throat. Alarming her of just how messed up, and crazed her life really is.

Looking back, she had never thought she'd be involved in a supernatural war between Foxes, the notorious Werewolves, and the Were-Coyotes, and hell, every other Were-Related creature out there. With the way things were speeding along, she was almost positive there were several other species. And chances are, she'd be dragged into it all.

Stiles immediately jumps up from the bed, as Scott gestures to be cued in, oblivious to what just happened. Stiles hushes Scott, shooting him a look that clearly states "Hang on, I'm dealing with it".

Stiles quickly excuses himself, removing his presence from Scotts room.

Malia, glares towards Stiles with a strange and curious glance. She pushes her chestnut brown hair out from over her ear and listens in with her enhanced hearing.

Stiles: Yep, uh, yep. Okay. I'm coming. Don't worry, I'll be there soon.

Lydia: Just hurry…

Stiles: I am, I am. See you in twenty minutes, alright?

Lydia: Alright. See you then.

Stiles hangs up the phone, sliding it into his back pocket. He speeds along, back into Scotts room and clumsily grabs his tan-colored coat off of Scott's bed.

Malia huffed and flickered her eyes back and forth between the two males in the room. She wasn't pleased with Stiles actions. He was suppose to be her mate—they had performed an act of intimacy that night in the Eichen House...That was suppose to connect them on a emotional and physical level. But ever since it had happen, she felt like he wasn't as committed as he should be…She needed to fix that.

"Lydia—uh, she heard something. A banshee something, I'm going over to see what happened."

"Okay, I'll come along" Scott nods, heading for the door frame before being cut off by Stiles mumbling.

"No, no. It's fine. I got this; you stay here with Malia and keep practicing. I-I'll call you and let you know, okay?"

Stiles leaves, after quickly slipping a hand on Malias back, whispering

"I'll be back, be careful"

Stiles takes off, she could feel the vibration in the floor as he rushes down the stairs. His scent slowly disappearing as he starts his Jeep and drives off leaving her alone once again.

Malia didn't like this, not in the slightest.

Authors Note: Alrighty! First chapter done! If I get some good reviews, it will motivate me to make chapters quicker, and longer if that's what you want! Yay! So review!

I also take suggestions! Because, the plot I have going on isn't good long-term. And I want a long story X3

Alright, my lovelies, thanks for reading!