It's Always Been You || Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 96 - Said the Spider to the Fly

"Wolves, or Werewolves?" Malia implores, her eyes never leaving the travel book on France she's holding up in front of her face while she lays on her stomach across her bed.

Lydia moves her suitcases and comes to stand beside me while I cross my arms over my chest and answer her "They said wolves."

Apparently a bloody wolf with an injured leg crashed the lacrosse practice tonight and freaked all the players out.

Scott and Liam followed the injured wolf into the woods and found another one that was dead laying on the ground. They watched hundreds of little spiders pour out of its eyes and mouth, scurrying away and drawing their attention to more than a dozen dead wolves scattered across the woods in front of them it gives a heebie jeebie vibe doesn't it?

Malia makes a noise and flops onto her back, continuing to read her book as she dismisses us "Not interested– you two go."

I share a look with Lydia before I shake my head and direct my words back at Malia "Liam was asking for help from the werecoyote, not the banshees."

Again she keeps her eyes on her book, furrowing her brows slightly "Why me?"

Lydia, clearly becoming impatient with Malia's lack of enthusiasm, retorts with a sarcastic shrug "Because you're the former animal. No one understands mysterious animal situations like you do."

Malia flops back onto her stomach and moves her eyes between us, looking at us both as she shakes her head "I'm done with mysterious animal situations. I want mysterious men– French ones."

I throw her an amused look, my eyes landing on her open laptop screen beside her as she goes back to her book.

The website on the screen is tracking her flight to Paris and there's a bright red warning blinking 'Rerouted'.

Lydia shares a look with me before she informs Malia of that fact "Your flight is delayed."

Malia again looks up to us and argues "No, no... it's rerouted. There's a difference."

I smirk and drop my head to the side, countering lightly "Delayed is what happens when a flight is rerouted– so you have plenty of time to help us figure out what's going on before we all leave, Mal–"

Another pop up on her laptop draws my attention to it before I inform her "–and there's a storm system shutting down Charles de Gaulle Airport."

Malia glances back to look at the computer before scoffing and returning to her book "It's a minor shower."

I huff and look at Lydia who shakes her head, silently telling me she's got this. She puts her hands on Malia's bed and leaning forward, she gives Malia a stern look.

I move my lips between my teeth to hide my smile, watching as Malia sighs before turning around and slamming her laptop shut.

She turns back to face us as she argues defensively "Guys, Liam's got everything covered. They were just dead wolves– it doesn't sound supernatural to me."

Malia flops her back onto her bed again, lifting her book back in front of her face to continue her reading.

Lydia stands back up, rolling her eyes before she connects them with mine. I shrug my shoulders and nod my head towards the door.

We start to head out of her room, stopping in the doorway to look back at her as I gently remind her "Make sure you come by to say bye when your flight is back on..."

Malia doesn't respond, just takes one of her hands off the book to wave us on that she heard my request.

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