WHO: Malia Tate and Isaac Lahey WHAT: The Full Moon WHEN: Tonight WHERE: Isaac's place WARNINGS: TBD
Malia was absolutely terrified.
During her time as a coyote, the full moon hadn't really affected her, so the only change she'd been through had been disastrous and had led to the death of her mother and sister. Those memories were absolutely not helping her anxiety. She'd been on edge all day, snapping at people for no reason. And now she was afraid that snapping was going to be far more literal as the night dragged on. And the last thing she wanted was to have more blood on her hands.
She'd meant it when she told Derek someone should tie her up. Chain her up. Make sure that it was impossible for her to tear people up...which she was already wanting to do. Badly. But he'd refused, so she'd gone looking for the one person who might be able to make this better; her one friend in this place. And Isaac was a werewolf and had been through the same thing and had gotten control of it, so he hopefully could keep her from hurting anyone. They were working on her control, but for right now she would be happy if she could just get through it without tearing anyone to pieces.
She'd texted Isaac and told him she was coming, so she slipped inside without knocking, hoping he was alone. She was hugging herself, the smell of fear and anxiety rolling off of her.
"Isaac?" She said, ashamed by the waiver in her voice. "Are you here?"