"He's my father Stiles, and I know you guys don't like him, but he's my blood." Malia tried to explain, hoping the boy would understand her pleas. "I just need to know more about him, about where I came from, about my mother.." she finished with a whisper keeping her gaze on Stiles. "This has nothing to do with Scott, or the pack. It's about me, and I need you right now.. please."











