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Chapter 1 - For The Love Of A Daughter...

Malia's POV:

I was born on November 28th, and had no clue I was adopted until only recently. My life as I could try to recall it was misery. Although I spent the last eight years of my life as a wild coyote, I could still remember everything that had happened. The last time I ever saw the only family I had ever known. My father, the one that had raised me, was an alcoholic, and was very abuse towards my mother. Sometimes I would hear verbal insults, like "YOU NO GOOD WHORE!" or sometimes death threats would be issued, and a lot of the times I never knew if he was serious or not, which would always get me so mad. Why would anyone want to kill the ones they loved? That was a question I kept asking myself every day and night, whenever I would hear them fighting.

Four years old with my back to the door All I could hear was the family war

Your selfish hands always expecting more

Am I your child or just a charity award?

You have a hollowed out heart But it's heavy in your chest

I try so hard to fight it but it's hopeless

Hopeless,

you're hopeless

Oh, father, please, father

I'd love to leave you alone But I can't let you go

Oh, father, please, father Put the bottle down For the love of a daughter

My hands would always be over my little sister Sarah's ears, hoping to shield her from the noise. She didn't need to hear dad's voice. She was too young. I was the eldest, the protector. Always the one to shield her from any harm that came our way. Besides mom, Sarah was my whole world, and it stayed just like that, until one horrible night, when dad came home drunk off his ass, and immediately started in on mom, and the family war had started yet again. "Enough is enough!" I yelled out, and when dad's eyes turned toward me, I could immediately see hatred in them. The next thing I remembered was seeing nothing but darkness for a split second as I felt a stinging pain hit my cheek and fell to the ground, hitting the side of the coffee table as I went down.

"STAY OUT OF THIS LITTLE BITCH!" That was the last thing I heard dad yell out, and when I woke up next, I was in the car next to my little sister crying her eyes out, and mom was driving. "Where are we going mama?" I asked her. "We're leaving Malia." came mom's soft reply. "You're father obviously doesn't want us in his life anymore." Why would anyone want to kill the ones they loved? That was a question I kept asking myself every day and night. That was the last time I ever saw my father, which was five years ago, when I was only eight years old, and It was also the last time I ever saw my mother and Sarah too, because that same night we left dad, was also the very same night when my entire world, my mother and little sister was taken from me.

It's been five years since we've spoken last

And you can't take back What we never had

Oh, I can be manipulated Only so many times,

Before even "I love you"Starts to sound like a lie

You have a hollowed out heart But it's heavy in your chest

I try so hard to fight it but it's hopeless

Hopeless,

you're hopeless

Oh, father, please, father

I'd love to leave you alone

But I can't let you go

Oh, father, please, father Put the bottle down For the love of a daughter

My mother's screams and pleads rang in my ears. The sounds of ripping flesh, screams of terror, growling and snarling had never left me, and even know as I tried not to think of the accident, it somehow always still managed to worm its way into my mind anyway. I gasped and woke up screaming. Howling actually. The coyote in me threatened to take me over, but I forced it away. "The nightmares are getting worse." I muttered softly to myself. "What am I going to do now?" I sighed. "How many days has it been now?" I couldn't remember anymore. The nightmares have been plaguing me for so long, I couldn't remember the last time I had actually gotten a good night's sleep. A time where I could sleep peacefully, with no worries or cares at all to drag me down. It was then at that moment that my thoughts turned to Stiles. It was because of him that I was able to maintain a sense of normalcy. A sense of what it felt like to be human again, then again, when I thought about being human again, that's usually about the same time when the coyote in me would always try to take over me. Make me go back to my primal state, whenever I would get overly emotional or when memories like now tried to rear their ugly heads into my brain. A flash of anger filled up within me now, as dad's face suddenly flashed through my mind.

Don't you remember I'm your baby girl?

How could you push me out of your world,

Lied to your flesh and your blood,

Put your hands on the ones that you swore you loved?

Don't you remember I'm your baby girl?

How could you throw me right out of your world?

So young when the

pain had begun

Now forever afraid of being loved

"Malia? you okay?" I turned my head, and as our eyes met, a sense of overwhelming dread filled up within me. Something was about to happen. Something bad. I took a whiff of the air around me, as a familiar scent filled my nostrils. Peter. My real father had escaped from Eichen House, and was coming for us. For me, and the pack, and he wasn't the only one looking for me. Henry, the father who had raised me, was also looking for me. I knew that I couldn't put the pack in danger. They didn't deserve it, especially not Stiles. The one person I could always trust. My soul mate. "Malia?" I shook my head and turned back to him and looked into his concerned brown eyes. "You okay? what's wrong?" "Nothing Stiles." I said with a shake of my head. "It's nothing." Stiles has been protecting me from Peter, now it was my turn to do the same for him. If anyone was going to handle Peter, it was going to be me. His own flesh and blood. Sorry Peter, I thought as a flood of anger washed over me. but if want to get to Stiles, then you're going to have to go through me first.

Oh, father, please, father

I'd love to leave you alone

But I can't let you go

Oh, father, please, father

Oh, father, please, father Put the bottle down

For the love of a daughter

For the love of a daughter

Song: For the Love of a daughter

Artist: Demi Lovato

Too Be continued...

Author's Note: Hey everyone, hope you enjoyed the first part of my story with Malia, I hope there will be more information on her back round in Season 5, but for now I just though I would make up my own idea, so I hope you enjoyed it anyway. I'm still working on some ideas for my Every Witch Way Story Spellbound, so if anyone is willing to give me some tips on it I would greatly appreciate it, and speaking of EWW, I can't wait for Season 3! I'm soo excited, I just hope that Emma doesn't get herself into trouble again. Anyway, like I said hope you enjoyed Malia's story, new fanfictions with Buffy the Vampire Slayer coming soon which will feature Spike as the main character, and a sailor Moon story also coming soon, so if any people out there are big Sailor Moon fans, then please be on the lookout for the story soon. Also Chapter 2 for this story Haunted will be coming soon..Catch ya guys later

- WereCoyote13 (Formally FlamingSkullTigress)