How hard could it be? • LM / SS

Chapter 108

"We need to get him to the boathouse now!" Scott hoisted Liam up by the shoulders, tightening his grip in case he was to make a run for it. Kira grabbed his other side, the pair struggling their way through a door and trying not to get attacked in the process. It was Liam's first full moon, which meant there was a high likelihood that he would lash out, sooner or later.

"I can help—"

"We've got it," Scott put an end to the blonde's offer swiftly, ushering the others out of the room. 

"Max?" Malia's knuckles turned white from gripping onto the table so hard, the full moon starting to take a toll on the werewolves and were-coyotes. Her eyes glowed again, this time with a more murderous glint than last, fangs pushing their way up through her teeth.

"Basement," Max nodded, quickly murmuring under his breath as him and Stiles kicked into action, scooping handfuls of knotted chains and handcuffs into their arms.

"What am I supposed to do with the hordes gathering outside the door?" Lydia asked, her tone more snappier and snarkier than usual.

"Lydia, who throws the best parties in Beacon Hills?" Stiles rambled, trying to move the conversation on smoothly so that Malia didn't slash anyone's throat. Once they were in the basement and out of eyeshot, she could rip whatever she wanted into shreds—within reason, obviously. He ducked down, arms covering his eyes when purple sparks flew from Jade's palms again.

"Sorry," she whispered, bracing herself against a cupboard and breathing in deeply. She didn't know why her magic was being so unpredictable, now of all times. Maybe if she focused on something, it would stay busy, therefore giving it no time to even consider the option of exploding. Clenching her hands into a fist, she muttered an incantation quietly.

She could feel her magic exiting her body, wrapping a hold around Malia's wrist before lighting up with a new, burning fire again. She had gotten control over Malia's abilities until she could control her own by herself. Jade had only performed the spell a few times before; the most recent one being roughly a year ago when the twins had moved to Beacon Hills and she had controlled Derek's shift in the middle of the school carpark. It was a simple spell, but was bound to leave her drained after completing it.

This was her project for the evening, her dial to bring her back down to below a five. Something that would keep Jade from flipping out, which would be the worse possible thing to happen. It would result in a blood bath.

Lydia's mouth fell open, her hands smoothing down the hem of her skirt at the accusation. What kind of a question was that?! "Me, obviously!"

"Throw a party, then. Good luck!" Max exclaimed, a hand on Malia's shoulder as he followed the boy and were-coyote out of the room.

'Slow down, I can't understand you. Jade, what happened to Lily? Is Scott out there, Peter, Max, Stiles, anyone!? What are you talking about?'

"Are you okay?" Malia stopped half-way down the stairs to the basement, Stiles bumping into the back of her. Her lips were sealed tightly shut, blood seeping out of her palms— the price of trying to keep herself from clawing one of the boys' eyes out.

Max blinked, air rushing back into his lungs as he came to his senses. "Yeah. Yeah, fine. Come on," he nodded, skipping down the rest of the stairs and trying not to show how much he was freaking out. Malia groaned, grabbing onto his arm and finding it nearly impossible to control her shift. How did Scott do this? Why didn't it effect him as badly?

'The Desert Wolf.'

Stiles bumped into Max, losing his balance when Malia had sprinted into the basement in an attempt to get restrained as quickly as possible.