As the Impala roared down the street, Dean shot Sam a curious look, brow crinkling in the other male's direction. "Are we sure, though?"

Sam was busy going over the map in which he had plotted down all the recent werewolf sightings – and killings.

"Pretty positive, Dean." Sam answered, looking over to his brother.

"Then I guess we need to pay our distant family a visit." Dean responded, his eyes falling back on the dirt road. He estimated that it would take half the day to get to Beacon Hills. "We're in no rush, right?"

"No rush," Sam lied but kept a straight face. If the werewolf packs were dying off, if their suspicions were correct, two more packs were in the crosshairs of danger until they arrived at their destination.


With another blow to the plywood, it quickly splintered before breaking right in half. Grasping up another piece of wood, Derek held the target out to Isaac. Drops of sweat had collected against his neck, his body pumping with adrenaline.

"In one hit. Come on," Derek instructed.

Isaac tapped into his werewolf abilities, his eyes glowing a golden yellow for a brief moment. With one swift swing, his fist collided with the wood and split it right in half, just as Derek had wanted.

"Good." Derek tossed the last of the wood aside. Training his pack was something he found pride in, even though they still had a lot to learn.

Isaac panted lightly, sweat dripping down his face, his shirt clinging to his chest from the pool of sweat beneath. Derek's training wasn't something taken lightly and it wasn't easy.

"I think I'm done for the night."

Derek nodded. "Boyd? Erica? You wanna go?"

The blonde sighed slightly, rising from the ground where she lay. "Do we have to? I'd rather watch." She complained.

"Look, this is serious. There are packs being killed on a nightly basis out there. We don't know who or what is doing this. We need to be on guard at all times." The older male explained. There was no way he'd allow someone or something to kill off his pack members. However, they needed to train harder than they ever had before.

Boyd rose from the ground where he'd been sitting. He respected his alpha and his firm words. "I'll go."

"From the top." Derek told him.

Without another moment to spare, Boyd charged at Derek. It was easy for Derek to halt him in his tracks and toss him aside, he'd seen the same thing from Boyd time and time again.

"Change it up. Surprise me." The alpha stated.

Boyd rose from the ground once more, shaking off the dust that had collected on his clothes from the impact of the ground. He took a few steps backwards, hiding himself in the run down subway. Crouching towards the ground, he took a spot in the dank corner, knowing Derek would come looking for him.

Derek waited a few moments and with no hesitation, he entered the old subway train. "I can hear your heartbeat." He informed the other male, knowing one of his techniques he was trying to train the wolves to do was to utilize calm breathing to slow their heart rate.

Boyd took a few silent breaths, focusing on his hearts rhythm. In a flash, he lunged at Derek but he was again, shoved aside and thrown out of the subway train into the ground once more.

"Good, but I could still see it coming." His instincts were far more honed than his pack members. Then again, Derek had years of practice and self-discipline.

"Your turn, Erica." Boyd insisted.