If she'd been in her coyote body, her ear would have twitched in his direction; as it was, the muscle memory was there, making Malia's human ear itch. She doesn't move, though, not to look at him, not towards the direction of whatever it is watching them.

It hadn't been scared off by his approach. Which meant it was dangerous. If she'd had fur, it'd have been standing on end. Instead, her skin crawls, and Malia fights the urge to drop to all fours and usher Stiles back into the house where he's safe. Instead, she takes a steadying breath.

"I don't know. Something's watching us. Something that isn't scared."