malia love all day baby

Stiles told me I should try fit in with Kira and Lydia because they're girls and I'm a girl. He told me about something called emulating. He says I should try copy people's reactions. So if Kira looks sad, I should look sad. I don't know why I should look sad about boys with sticks and a ball, but Kira is sad about it, so I should be too. I think.

The way she just lies there staring at me. Almost like I'm her next meal, her coyote instincts still strong. I pretend not to notice the intensity in her eyes, but it's all I notice through the corner of mine. Being beside her is all I need. I don't need the kissing, I don't need the cuddling or the talking. I just need her presence.

In that moment when he held the barrel to my head. The moment before I thought I was going to die, all I could think of was her. I closed my eyes wanting to hold onto the moment just a while longer. I wasn't scared of him, I wasn't scared of it. All I cared about was her; My Malia. My little coyote girl dying in that dark secret room built by the Hale family. She was always on my mind, and now more than ever I have to fight to save her. I have to survive so she can too.