WHO: Malia Tate (narrative) WHAT: Thinking, running, worrying WHEN: Tonight WHERE: The forest near her home WARNINGS: Low STATUS: Complete/Narrative
The Super Moon had been hard, but Malia had made it through without hurting anyone. Having Scott there and knowing he could force her to behave had calmed her, and made it so in the end he hadn't had to. She'd had a bad headache afterwards, but her father had helped with that, something that had touched her. She hadn't expected it from him, although she guessed that she should have. He'd always kind of been nice to her, and ever since the Ghost Riders, their relationship had changed somewhat. He was, after all, her dad. And she was finding more and more that she was willing to let him into her life. Maybe he wasn't quite as evil as she'd always thought. Or maybe he'd moved on from that. Either way, she wanted to give him a chance.
And then there was Scott. Everything felt so right when she was with him. She desperately wanted to protect him, which was kind of silly since he had all the Alpha powers, but she sometimes worried that his heart was too good and he'd end up getting himself hurt by trusting the wrong people (like Theo). She wasn't as good as he was, and that made her perfect for protecting him. She wouldn't care at all if she had to kill someone in order to keep Scott safe. In fact, that would feel as moral to her as being good and kind did to Scott. Was that a failing in her? Maybe. But she didn't care one bit.
In coyote form, she was stretching her legs a bit in the forest outside her home. She loved their new house and the several acres it stood on. She could be herself here, in either form, and it was relaxing. And she loved waking up in her bed with Scott with their big window overlooking the valley. Life here was...well...exactly what she wanted, which scared her. Whenever things got really good, something seemed to happen and make it all go to hell. That was the way the world worked.
She reached the tended part of their lawn and shifted back, walking naked back towards the house. She'd just have to keep her nose to the wind, and keep watching those she didn't trust. There was nothing else she could do other than that.