Chapter 33

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Because you all hurted so much & went crazy - here is the next Chapter. :)
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Malia is sitting on her bed, staring at the white wall in front of her.
She's thinking about him.
She doesn't understand it.

He hasn't replied to a single of her messages.
Hasn't called back one time.
Is he ignoring her?
Or did he forget her?

She's clueless.
She somehow knows he's okay, not in trouble or anything.
But something's wrong.
Damn wrong.

But she's stuck here in New York.

Her eyes water when she thinks about the fact that Coyote find their mates and love them their whole life.
But humans?
Human can fall in and out of love anytime.

Stiles. He's human.
What if he doesn't see her as his mate anymore?
What if he never did?
What if he found a new girl?

The tears are starting to roll down her cheeks.
'Stop Malia, stop crying about him. You're strong.' She thinks to herself and it helps.

She's a complete mess when she gets up to grab her phone, dialing the number she never did before.
But she needs help.
She doesn't know what to do.
And she's not able to do anything from here.

After a while, Malia just wanted to end the call, she picks up.

"Hello?" Her voice is sleepy.
Shit, Malia forgot about the time.
It's night in Beacon Hills.

"Hey, um, Allison... I'm so sorry, I forgot about the time."
Allisons' Voice sounds more awake when she speaks.
"Malia? It's okay. You have rarely called me before, so I guess it's important?"

"Yeah, it is... It's about Stiles."

Allison swallows.
She knows what's about to come.

And Malia tells her everything she knows, everything she thought about.

And Allison realizes how hard it is for Malia.

She feels so bad for her because it'll only get harder.
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