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“I don’t want another date with your dad, I want a date with you.” Seth smiled at her. “I mean, not like a date, date. But…” He shrugged, fidgeting with his hands. “I don’t want to make a good impression because I feel like it’s something I need to do. I want to make a good impression because I like your dad. A lot. Probably more than I should for the whole age difference thing. But I just… I like him.”

Those hazel eyes lit blue as teh coyote gave a little laugh. “Well, if you’re looking for a ‘possible-ste-daughter-getting-to-know-you type deal? I’m game.” She reached to brush her bangs from her face and crossed her arms, shrugging a shoulder. “I like pizza. There’s a few good spots around here. We can hang out there.” she offered. Maybe if she’d been human, she’d be more concerned about the fact someone just a tad older than her wanted to be with her dad, but it wasn’t an issue now. Wolves didn’t see age in their mates, and Malia knew her dad had enjoyed the very romantic first date very much. 

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There was a shuffling as Peter heard his team lift Seth, and when he heard one of them say they had him, Peter relaxed just barely. “Get him to Terra. She can start healing him up. I’ll be there with Malia in an hour.” he ordered, knowing the others could hear before his attention turned to Seth’s voice. “Baby boy, stay awake a little longer, okay? Terra is going to take care of you until I’m there and then I won’t leave your side until you’re better. I swear, okay? Then you can say those words. Don’t go to sleep yet.”

Malia reached to take the phone when her father’s grip got too tight and she heard the almost inaudible sound of the phone starting to crack. “Seth, it’s MAlia.” she said, runnign fingers through her father’s hair. “I have to help dad get packed, so I’m putting headphones in so we can get ready to leave, okay?” She looked at the screen tracking the phones and smiled, helping her father from his chair and towards his room. “Terra is just around the corner. You’ll be able to rest soon. What kind of wound is it, can you tell me?”

“I’m saying those words now. I’m fucking tired, Peter.” Seth huffed out, causing him to wince in pain once again.

“…lia.” He smiled softly. “You’re taking care of him, right?” He asked, even though she already admitted to doing so and he knew she wouldn’t let anything happen. “Kay. I’m really looking forward to sleeping. For like a month.” Seth paused. “Wound is it? Uh… Gun. I was kind of… ambushed? It was just Jake and I and next thing I know there was more and… Why can’t I be better with a gun? These fucking knives are going to be the death of me.” He tried joking, glad that it was Malia on the phone at that and not her dad.

“D’ya think I could talk him out of wanting to talk to me about the whole werewolf thing? I love him and you and all, but I don’t think I’m ready for that kind of commitment.”


Lia. A nickname only Seth got away with. “You know I am. We’ll be there soon, I promise.” She assured as she helped Peter pack. She laughed a little. “Maybe not a month. Dad might have a stroke.” She teased, trying to keep Seth’s spirits up. “My offer to work with you on it still stands.” She promised, closing the duffel and handing it to Peter before heading to her room. Her hearing caught thw sound of a door opening and Terra talking, and she relaxed visibly. She knew her dad was nearby, wolf too close to do much even as she sensed him relax as well. She packed quickly and closed her own suitcase, nodding at her father and leading him to the room where her car was.

“I love you, too. I’m gonna be honest and tell you that that topic can’t be pushed off right away. That’s something I’m gonna have to explain more when it’s just the two of us.” She answered. “But even then, it will take time to talk him down from that.” She got in and let her father drive, buckling in. “So Terra has you, let her work her magic. She should let you rest pretty quick. Dad and I will be there soon. Just hang in there and fight, okay?” She asked. “We love you, Seth.”

“You don’t have to be so gentle with me.” (Seth to whoever)

“If I wasn’t, I might hurt you. We both know my dad wouldn’t exactly like his best soldier hurt, espeially by heir to the title.” Malia smirked, tossing hair over her shoulder.

“Besides, the bite will hurt a helluva lot more if you’re not strong enough to take it.” She knew Peter had offered it to the male despite it being kept relatively under wraps, and she was intrigued. Her father offering to turn someone was an offer very few ever received. 

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