bonniebird:

Malia x Fem!Reader

Malia’s heart sank as she heard the noise. She could hear it
just as clearly as the alarm bells that told her lunch had started. Ignoring
the pack’s call to her she barged through the busy corridor to the basement
where she found you sat alone, crying.

For a moment, she watched you silently, she liked you a lot
and your scent was so distinct, when it was warm you smelt like the grass near
the creek and when it was cold or raining you smelt like a thunderstorm. But
now you smelt like spilt petrol and burnt rubber, she hated it, deciding
quickly that she’d do whatever she could to get you to stop smelling like that.

“Stop it.” She said sharply and you jumped, quickly wiping
your eyes as you grabbed your bag and stared at your feet.

“You’re not supposed to be in here.” You mumbled and she tilted
her head slightly.

“Neither are you.” She glanced at the book that was in your
hands and spotted the title, wondering if local mythology included her and if
you’d want to see the pack on a full moon, perhaps you’d let her take care of
you on a full moon and keep you safe.

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