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little more bite, little less bark [2/5] | teen wolf/tvdverse | 476

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Running away from Mystic Falls isn’t as fulfilling as Tyler hoped it would be.

As much as Mystic Falls was not good for anyone who lived there, it was his home. He misses his friends, even if he’s not sure they miss him. Yet, going home doesn’t feel like a genuine option, so he keeps running. He heads to France, spending time in Paris cafes and practicing his terrible French, hoping that lightning might strike—hopefully not literally—and he’d figure out what he’s supposed to do next.

He’s sitting in a café, stirring his far too small coffee idly, until his ears pick up the sound of someone speaking even more terrible French than him.

She’s trying, don’t get him wrong. And she’s getting by. But it sounds atrocious on the ears and he can see the actual French people around them making a face. Regardless, she picks up her coffee and Danish from the counter and goes about finding a table, but as she brushes past him, both of them stop.

Because she definitely doesn’t smell human. And he’s willing to bet he’s just caught that neither does she. He glances back over his shoulder at her and she’s watching him, a long appraising glance as though she doesn’t know if he’s friend or foe.

Fair. But one of them has to break the tension, so… “Hi.”

For a moment she seems briefly disappointed, but she recovers. “Hi. Malia.”

“Tyler.” He turns and gestures to the table in front of him. “This seat’s open.” But only if she wants it.

Glancing around the rest of the café, she decides that it’s crowded enough it’s worth taking his offer. She moves to sit across from him, crossing one leg over the other. “Wolf, right?”

It’s blunt and to the point, getting the interesting questions out of the way early. He likes that about her. He likes that about her a lot, actually.

“Yeah. But … you’re not.” He can’t quite tell what she is. It’s wolf-adjacent, but not enough that he can definitively say werewolf.

“Coyote,” she fills in for him, and he nods. He didn’t know werecoyotes were a thing, but he’s willing to learn.

“Cool.” He tips his head to the side. “You seemed a little disappointed for a second there.”

Malia doesn’t seem bothered by being called out. Another thing he’s thinking he likes about her. “I came to Paris for hot French men. You’re hot, but you’re not French.”

Tyler laughs before shrugging. “Unfortunately, not something I can change.”

“True.” Malia takes a sip of her coffee as she studies him. “But I can make it work.”

It’s not the first time Tyler’s been judged like a slab of meat. But it is the first time since Liv that he feels like maybe it could be the start of something more.

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