"How these two kept the energy to always argue even after a long tiresome day, he had no clue. But the alpha was growing a little tired of their constant bickering." A world in which Malia and Stiles don't really get a long, but are slowly beginning to.

"I should go," Malia quietly stated never meeting Stiles eyes. She wanted to jump off the window but her knees felt so weak she knew she wouldn't be able to exit gracefully, so she walked past Stiles instead and out the door. Closing it behind her for the first time. [Rated M for some language]

A little one-shot that deals with a were-coyote, a stubborn Stiles, an old vending machine and a strange addiction for pop-tarts. It cant get any weirdly sweeter than that, can it?

Takes place months after Malia finds out about her mom. (Specifically: Season 4 ep 8) Malia had left Stiles in search for her mom and Stiles hadn't taken the leave oh so well. He misses Malia to the point of imagining her and falling back into insomnia. He no longer trusts himself to distinguish reality from dream. [Rated M just to make sure]

"What are you?" He finally managed to ask. "An animal." She stayed quiet for a moment but before Stiles could ask what kind of animal she replied, "A coyote."

Malia's eyes widened and a hint of sparkle emitted from them as a huge grin spread over her face, "We are going to the fair? Where they have that huge wheel that lights up in the dark?" Stiles was guessing she meant the Ferris Wheel, he turned to look at her, a little puzzled at the excitement in her voice,"Yeah?" A little one shot on the couple's possible first date.

She had the animal instinct within her, a trickster, a hunter; she could shift into a coyote but she also had wolf blood running through her veins. That is why he brought her here, that is why he convinced Kate into thinking that turning Scott into a besercker would be a better revenge for her own loss. Up until now everything was going according to plan.