I don't know about you guys, but I miss Cora AND the last episode had my mind reeling with more ideas! I still can't believe that Malia is Peter's daughter! But since we've just found out, I hope Malia's character will be explored this season.

Personally for me I don't think she's a replacement; and I see that a lot on Tumblr. People saying that Malia is replacing Cora, who replaced Erica, and all this craziness.

And I'm just like...can't we all just love each other?

Plus we have fanfiction, which is why I'm here ;3

"Really," said a familiar voice, and Allison and Lydia were the first to whirl around in their seats. Kira's reaction was the slowest at the three, but the Hale vibe was still there in the girl who approached them, clad in a leather jacket and v-neck t-shirt. "I leave the country for two seconds, and you kids are still finding the dead bodies?"

"Cora!" the huntress and the banshee exclaimed, jumping out of their seats to hug the she-wolf. Cora's lips twitched at the corners, returning the hugs half-heartedly.

"What the hell are you doing here?" said Allison.

"Yeah, I thought you were in South America for good?" said Lydia. Cora arched an eyebrow. "What? I'm just saying what Scott said what Derek said. Does Derek even know you're here?"

"Not yet, but I bet he'll pick up my scent," said Cora. She finally spotted the new addition to the McCall pack, acknowledging her with a head nod. "Who are you?"

"This," said Lydia, walking back to stand behind the kitsune to put her hands on her shoulders, "is Kira. She's the new apple to Scott's pie."

"Ah." Cora nodded again, this time briefly pointing to herself as she added, "Derek's sister."

"He-ey!" Kira exclaimed sheepishly, responding to Lydia's comment once she got it.

"What's your deal?" Cora pressed. "Can't be part of the pack if there's something not wrong with you."

"But Stiles is-" Lydia started, and she received pointed looks before she could finish. Before recent events, it was easy to say that there was something wrong with Stiles.

"Word on the street is that your little boyfriend has gone off the deep end," said Cora, bringing a faint blush to Lydia's cheeks. "I'm taking it that you guys have a plan?" The girls were silent. "Thought so. That's why I'm here." She walked over, slinging one leg over the seat so she could sit down across from Kira. Lydia's hands squeezed Kira's shoulders reassuringly; she knew how intimidating it is to have a stare down with a Hale. "Now. Kira," Cora said, sounding out her name. "What are you?"

"A kitsune," said Kira automatically. Wait, what if she wanted to know my nationality?...Of course she doesn't.

"Do you know what kind you are?"

"No...do you?"

Cora smirked. "Maybe."

"Ugh! What is it with the Hales knowing things you don't?" she asked herself rhetorically.

"I know, right?" said Lydia offhandedly.

"Still here," Cora interjected.

"You still haven't told us the real reason you're here," said Allison, and the other two nodded.

Cora's face fell slightly, a small glint in her eye that they all caught. "You all know my sweet Uncle Peter, don't you?"

"Sweet Uncle Peter my a-" Allison mumbled under her breath, but a look from Kira left that very unlady like sentence unfinished.

"She was probably being sarcastic," Kira whispered.

"Yes, because Uncle Peter would rather spend his time picking roses instead of tearing out throats," Cora rolled her eyes. "We've been in touch, and he's been keeping me posted. I was already thinking of returning, but then..."

"But then what?" said Kira.

Cora's gaze flickered to hers. "But then I met someone."

"Who?"

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"Am I in trouble?" Stiles asked from where he sat. All the wolves in the room just stared at him-well, more like glowered or glared in some cases-keeping their distance but a close eye on him as well.

Scott wished he could answer him properly. But what could he say to his best friend? He wasn't giving up on him that easily. Stiles was his best friend; his brother. He didn't care what he had to go through to get him back, but he'll do it if that meant it'll free Stiles of the nogitsune. And the only way to make sure that Stiles won't hurt anybody is if he and the male members of his pack watched him.

It was a tricky thing to decipher. You never knew if this was Stiles talking or the nogitsune pretending to be Stiles. It was so easy for the evil fox to take over, and you could never tell when it was happening.

"What do you think, idiot?" said Aiden. He and Ethan stood nearby with their arms crossed, looks stern. They didn't trust Stiles but they trusted Scott and that was good enough for them. Scott believed that the boy he grew up with was still in there, just trapped in his own body while someone else pulled the strings, and was determined to get him out. Ethan believed that more than Aiden did to an extent, but the gentler twin kept that to himself.

"We're just here to make sure you don't, you know, turn on us," said Ethan. He didn't want to hurt Stiles, but he will if he had to. No questions asked.

"But how can you tell it's me?" Stiles asked worriedly. Negative emotions are what triggers the nogitsune in the first place, so he was trying to stay on the positive side of things. He thought about what made him happy, like the fact that Scott was in the room and still there for him, and maybe he'll get to see a strawberry blonde today...

"We don't know," said Isaac. He was completely healed now, after appearing well enough to go home from the hospital; the McCalls took care of him until he was back on his feet. He recovered a lot faster in a homey environment. "But if you do try to attack us, I won't not defend myself." Scott looked over at him. "Just saying," Isaac added, and Scott's lips twitched at the corners. The true alpha knew that his beta was trying to get along with his other best friend, which was genuinely appreciated.

"We'll know," said Derek. He was like the big brother of the pack, in a weird twisted way, but since he knew Scott and Stiles for the longest he knew from the beginning that he had to protect them. He told Scott from the beginning that they were pack brothers, and, despite their differences and his tendencies of being annoying, the same goes for Stiles. His relationship with Isaac was a bit more complicated, but they were still allies to say the least. And he didn't fully trust the twins, but that was nothing new.

Scott leaned down, placing a firm hand on Stiles' shoulder. "You're gonna be okay. We'll protect you, no matter what. Whatever happens, just know that we're here for you, no matter what you do. We've done terrible things too."

Stiles forced a smile, hoping it was believable, and patted Scott on the back. His brother believed in him. Maybe, just maybe, there was some hope left for him.