Teen wolf imagines

Hale (malia)

You and Malia were sitting watching TV when she asked you something.
"(Y/N), do you ever feel like Scott and Stiles are hiding something?" You look at at her, not too sure how to respond.
"No and even if they are, it's to protect us." Malia nods the sighs.

You had to tell her but you knew that you couldn't. You told Stiles and Scott that you'd keep it secret. You promised them.
                Flashback
"What's in your hand?" You asked when you walked into Stiles's room.
"N-Nothing."
"Stiles, there's something in your hand. I can see it." You said and reached forward. You grabbed it looked at it. It was a folded piece of paper.

"I wouldn't open it." Stiles said but you didn't listen, you opened it. There were two names highlighted. Malia Hale and (Y/N) Hale. You looked at Stiles and you felt your eyes fill up with tears.
"I'm sorry (Y/N). We should have told you, I should have but I just couldn't. I'm sorry."
"I need to go home." You said, turning around.
"Don't tell Malia. I'll tell her myself. Please don't tell her." Stiles said frantically.
"I won't."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
            End flashback
"(Y/N), you okay?" Malia asked concerned.
"Yeah." You lied.
"Tell me what's wrong."
"Nothings wrong."
"(Y/N), you heartbeat just sped up massively. Spill." You sighed. You had to tell her, you just had to.

"You're a Hale. We both are."
"What!?"
"On the dead pool list, our names weren't Tate. They were Hale." Malia just stared at you.
"You mean that we're related to Peter? The werewolf who killed his own sister? We're related to a psychopath?"
"Yep."
"Who's our mother?" Malia asked. You shrug, wanting to know the answer too.