The pack had just finished up a meeting in the forest. You, the witch of the group have given everyone Black Tourmaline crystals for extra protection. Everyone has highly pleased, but a certain were- coyote is absolutely ecstatic.

"Malia, I need to go home,"

You insist as her arms are clung to you, but she doesn't move an inch.

Stiles glances at you with a smirk, apparently Malia has spoken to him many times about what it feels like to like-like a girl. As you can find no reason to not believe that, but Malia liking you??? No way. She's extroverted, loud, outgoing, while the pack has to force yourself out of the hut, you hardly speak, and you prefer to keep to yourself

You feel her arms tighten around you,

"Thank you,"