oh my gOD YES AND MALIA IS A NATURAL PREDATOR AND SHE TEACHES THEM THE BEST WAY TO HUNT, and stiles, stiles knows exactly how to avoid detection, knows exactly how to pick their targets without getting caught, and lydia knows the chemistry, knows the math, can mix tranquilizers or coagulants or the perfect chemical compound to erase their presence from any room, from any crime scene, and on top of that she knows, like malia taught her, how to find the weakest prey: she can feel the banshee’s scream waiting for particular souls, tingling in her fingers or on her tongue for the people that fate has chosen for them to cut out from the world. and in the meantime, they teach malia how to camouflage, how to be perfectly human, because yes she is a predator, but she is also profoundly naive. she knows how to hunt, knows that it’s better to have a pack flanking your sides, but what they don’t tell her is that not everyone does this, not everyone has this pack that they have, they just aren’t lucky enough to have one. and they don’t just teach her how to touch, to act, to speak, they teach her where to put her fingers so lydia makes that sound, so stiles makes that gasp, and she teaches them, too, what it really means to be pack - to be so wholly one that to break from it is to lose a limb, to lose a part of yourself so deep that you can never recover. so they make their way through the states, in small cabins and bed and breakfasts and motel rooms when they feel human, in the woods or the fields or abandoned lots when they feel inhuman, when they feel like fox or raven or coyote, and they have themselves, they have their pack, and they have the hunt. and that’s all there needs to be.