Repel - A Stalia Fanfiction

~12~ Pack Mentality

Dedicated to the lovely Azetteo

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Malia's POV
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"Good."

A familiar male voice echoes from behind me.

Theo Raeken.

My blood starts to boil.

"What do you want with me?"

I growl inbetween clenched teeth.

He chuckles.

"I don't want anything. It's your mother here that's the hard bargain. You'd be dead already if it weren't for me."

I can feel his presence as he comes closer, pushing his boundaries as he stands over my shoulder.

I can almost see him sneer.

"I have an offer."

He murmurs, his "werewolf" claws tapping on my exposed skin.

"Another offer? You might as well just leave now."

I tell him.

"I'm not even going to listen. Not after what you've done to them. And me."

Theo laughs again.

"Ah ah ah. Maybe you need to think about who the real bad guy is---and if we're talking in terms of Stiles and company---I'm no more twisted than them sweetheart."

My eyebrows knit in rage and a cold shudder racks my body.

Stiles.

"Here's the deal."

He begins, walking out in front of me and looking me in my glowing blue eyes.

"I can protect you. You won't have to play by his rules---or Scott's rules---or anyone else's. You can be as much a coyote as you want to be. You can be in my Pack. And the best part is, I won't make you lay a finger on any of them."

"How can I trust you?"

I question, his words seeming to resonate, no matter how much I wish I didn't believe them.

"You won't. Until I prove it to you."

He pauses, laughs.

"I may not be the good guy in your eyes, but I do know what's coming. And
they can't protect you from it."

"How do you know?!"

I shout, hands shaking as the gears turn in my head.

"Because they can't even save you from a minimalist threat."

He smirks.

"You should see them. Some of them are trying. They really are. And others, others are heading into a death trap."

I turn the gun on Theo, pull the trigger.

He laughs.

"Out of bullets."

He flips the gun from my hand, crushing my wrist in his grip.

I may be able to heal, but it still hurts like hell.

"I think that's enough talking for you today, daughter."

My mother chimes in, looking to Theo for approval.

He nods.

"Lock her up."
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Author's Note:

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

How do we feel about the new trailer?

It looked pretty promising to me.

And as much as I hate the idea of Maleo, (even though it is fun to write) I'm interested to see just how far the writers will go with their dynamic.

No Stalia within 1000 miles though it seems.

Comment to tell me your thoughts.

Until next time, to hell and back.
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