The Summer Moon
Chapter 63 -

Malia

Ty was quiet when he came out from my grandmother's room. We walked down the hall towards my room, and even as I turned to face him standing outside my door, he looked lost in thought. "Is everything okay?" I asked him, squeezing his hand. I wondered what my grandmother had said to him, suddenly feeling nervous. If he was being this quiet it must have been something serious. His eyes snapped back to mine and he gave me a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Yes sorry, is this your room?" He nodded towards the door in front of us.

"Yeah," I smiled back, opening the door and leading him in. Ty looked around the room, his eyes travelling over the paintings on the walls. He walked over to my desk and nightstand, looking over the pictures in frames and smiling. His smile dropped from his face when he picked up the photo that sat on my bookshelf, a picture of Brayden and I at prom.

"That's my ex boyfriend, Brayden," I said taking a step closer to him. His entire body was tensed but seemed to relax as I rest me hand on his back. I took the photo from him, "we actually broke up this night, he cheated on me." Ty stayed quiet so I took the photo from his hand. This photo had once seemed so important to me, like I was trying to hold onto Brayden even though our relationship was over. Like I was trying to hang onto the girl that I was with him. But now that I was with Ty none of this seemed to matter, I didn't have to be anyone else but myself. So i walked over to my desk and dropped the photo into the trash.

"What are you doing?" Ty asked, coming up behind me.

"I kept that photo because it reminded me of who I was when I was with him, I always thought people liked me more just because i was his girlfriend. But none of that matters anymore, no one compares to you and how I feel when I'm with you," I said, stepping closer and wrapping my arms around him. Ty breathed out a sigh of relief.

"It feels so good to hear you say that Lia," he leaned in and pressed his lips gently to mine. I reached my hands up to tangle them into his hair, pulling him in closer. It had only been 2 days since I last saw him but I had missed him so much. "I wish I could've taken you to prom," he whispered, pulling back from me slightly. His lips went to my neck and I giggled.

"You would've been one hell of a prom date, all my friends would have been jealous," I said. I ran one of my hands down his chest then up under his shirt.

"Mm absolutely. Taking a girl like you to prom I would've gone all out, the limo, one of those stupid flower things you wear on your wrist, I would've taken you for dinner, danced with you all night, I would've convinced you to sneak out back with me for some alone time-"

"Ty!" I interrupted him, smacking his chest. He chuckled and pulled me into him tighter. "I would be bragging all night about how fucking amazing I think you are," he whispered in my ear, his tongue suddenly licking my neck. I moaned gripping onto his shirt. Was this it? Would he mark me now that he knew I was certain?

All of a sudden there was a loud bang behind us as my bedroom door slammed open, and everything began to move in slow motion. I jumped in Ty's arms, his eyes flashed up to mine and his grip on me tightened. I turned to see my mother coming through the door with a knife in hand.

"Get your hands off of my daughter!" She screamed pointing the knife at Ty. Her eyes were cold, focused on him. A shiver ran up my spine, what was she doing? I had never seen her like this before, so violent, so angry.

I screamed out, "Mom!" And in one swift motion Ty was pulling me behind him, shielding me.

"Malia get away from him, he's not who you think he is." she stepped forwards and Ty crouched slightly, ready for attack. I felt frozen, unable to move, everything suddenly becoming clear. My mother knew, she knew Ty was a wolf. And just as I had feared she was going to try and take me from him before we even had the chance to talk to her about me staying with him in Florida.

"Malia you need to run, hide" Ty said to me, his voice threatening. He clearly was sensing the same things from my mother, but there was no way I was leaving his side. I wouldn't let her hurt him. I clung to his back, his shirt clenched in my hands. This couldn't be happening. My mother wouldn't do this, we were just a normal family from New York.

"Don't listen to him Malia, he's lying to you. Don't be a fool," my mother shook the knife, taking another step forwards. A growl escaped Ty's chest. She was wrong and she couldn't see it. Ty wasn't lying to me, and I knew exactly who he was, but she didn't know that.

As she held the knife out farther and took another step I took a deep breath and willed myself to be brave. I needed to calm her down, I needed to calm Ty down too before he totally wolfed out. If i could just get everyone to talk calmly maybe we could sort this out.

"Mom stop," I reached out, stepping away from Ty and going towards her. My mother extended her hand to mine, waving for me to come closer. And just as I reached out Ty jumped forward.

"Malia no!" He shouted, pulling me back from my mother's grasp. His body shifting to pull me behind him again, giving my mother the distraction she had been waiting for. As he turned away from her my mother lunged forwards. The knife pierced Ty's skin as he let out a howl, blood quickly soaking through his shirt.

My mom jumped back from him as Ty fell to his knees. "Agh!" He cried out again, his hand clutching his side just below the wound. My heart was pounding in my chest, the room beginning to spin.

"Mom what did you do!" I screamed, tears forming a steady stream down my face. Ty's arm stretched out in front of my thighs, begging me not to step any closer to her. I fell to his side. "What can I do?" I was begging him, he had to be okay. I needed him.

"Malia get away from him, you don't understand," her voice shook as she looked down at her hands covered in Ty's blood. Slowly she took steps backwards towards the door.

"I do understand, I know everything. I love him!" I screamed at her, looking up at her through my tear filled eyes. She was blurry as I watched her look up at me, shock crossing her face.

"Ty" I sobbed falling to my knees in front of him, my hands coming up to his face as I begged him to look at me. His eyes were shallow as they met mine and my mind flashed back to the first night I saw Ty shift, when he was hurt and I had been so sure he wasn't going to survive.

"Lia you-you have to take it o-out, it-t's s-silver" he stumbled over his words, gasping for breath. I widened my eyes, of course it was silver. Everyone knows silver is poison to werewolves. Suddenly more focused than ever, I wrapped my hand around the blade, I could do this. I had to help him, I would do anything to help him. I took one last deep breath the pulled the blade out and cringed as Ty screamed out again.