PART 2

Teen Wolf

"I can't believe this," Madison grumbled to herself. She sat behind the wheel of her BMW besides Derek's Toyota –which she made a point to not look at (disgusted by his choice of vehicle. If it were up to her, she would've kept the Camaro but apparently it wasn't 'practical.' So now the Alpha wants to reasonable…)

She trained her eye on the shadowed figure walking across the parking lot, bags in hand, and she suppressed the urge to growl loathsomely. Her eyes sparked red, alerting Chris Argent as he passed by the unusually familiar BMW, especially since it adorned the same plates. He watched it carefully, trying to look past the dark windshield but the late night cover provided Madison with the right cover. Her eyes retracted back to her stunning blue color and she remained in her seat, eyeing him as he dropped one of his bags in his distracted state. He fumbled with his keys before kneeling down to pick up the bag at his feet.

She took the opportunity to get out of the car quietly, almost silently, and quickly walked across the parking lot, letting other cars provide her cover every time Chris looked over his shoulder to spy on the BMW. He closed the trunk of his Toyota and spun around, gun aimed as he felt her penetrating glare behind him.

"Pun the gun down, Argent," she snubbed, glaring at the device. "I don't like guns," she said coldly, "they offend me. I get a sudden urge to, you know, rip an arm out of its socket every time I see a hand hold one, especially if it's aimed at my face if someone is stupid enough to think they can get away with it." Chris trembled under her ruby glare and he slowly descended the gun back into his holster under his jacket. "Good decision," she chided sarcastically.

She had changed dramatically, Chris noticed, within her months of absence. She was taller, more physically imposing, and her eyes –icy and cold as ever –were sharper, or perhaps it was the way she applied her eyeliner, who knows? Her hair was longer, lighter, and almost silver under the pale moon light. In that instance, she looked very much like her father, striking the same fearsome presence his reputation demanded. Like father, like daughter, he realized. Madison Dubolazov grew up.

"What are you doing, Madison?" Scott called out as he joined her side. "I told you we had to be civil!"

Madison eyed Scott, annoyed. "I was being civil," she exclaimed with exasperation. "I was just telling him to put the gun down," Madison explained. "You guys really need to start trusting me," she sighed. She crossed her arms and leaned back as Scott took over, stepping in front of her as if anticipating any harm coming from her –as if Scott could possibly hold her back if she decided she wanted to scratch something (or someone.)

"Do you think this is going to work?" Isaac asked from the passenger seat. He watched as Madison and Scott cornered Chris Argent against the trunk of his Toyota, Madison more so daunting than Scott who was more humble than the Alpha.

"Nope," Derek replied.

Derek watched Madison's body language critically, knowing very well she would snap like she had an hour ago in the woods. It was no secret she despised any Argent and knowing Chris personally killed her father –mindless the zombie of a man was now walking amongst them somewhere –Madison wasn't too eager to play part in this. Derek suspected the only reason she decided to hang around was to prove to them her trustworthiness but he also knew her urge to frighten Chris was stronger than her sense of loyalty and that alone concerned Derek. The fact she was tapping her foot in anxiety hinted to him she was itching to do something but what? He couldn't be certain. Scott was obvious to her body language and would most likely be too late to stop her if she decided to suddenly strike –she was like that, unpredictable and lethal in her movements.

"Me neither," Isaac agreed. "Something about Madison scares me…" he admitted shyly. "She's sweet," Isaac began but was stopped by Derek's skeptical look. "I mean, she had a gentle touch about her and she's always… babying me… but at the same time, she talks about killing people and ripping them apart…is she always that violent?"

Derek shook his head. "Madison Dubolazov –Do-boo-Do-beau-Do-beau-la-zoo-la-z-oh-v-Do-beau-la-z-ah-z," Derek sputtered out what he could of her last name, confusing Isaac, "is a woman of many….abilities. I think deep down," Derek grimaced at the sentimentality of his words before continuing. "She cares. She's quite capable of being the most protective, psychotic bitch you'll meet but that's also that, she's psychotic and a bitch that can and will make your life a living hell."

"Then why is she sticking around us if she's dangerous?" Isaac inquired.

"'Cause a girl like her is a huge advantage to us," Derek replied. "You have no idea."

"And she isn't that bad to look at," Isaac added. He shrugged. "Long blond hair, nice legs," Isaac titled his head slightly to catch the slimness of her leggings, "pretty blue eyes, tall… Does she have a boyfriend?"

Derek slapped him on the chest, hard. Isaac winced and looked at Derek, betrayed. "What was that for?" He demanded. "Oh, oh, oh, I get it," he grinned. "You're her boyfriend."

"We're not dating," Derek grumbled.

Isaac tilted his head. "So she's available?"

Derek turned his head once again and glared at Isaac.

"Okay, um," he veered off to a whisper before regaining his voice. "I'll just ask her later, its fine," Isaac settled. Derek titled his head, as if to emphasize his irritated expression. "Or never," Isaac shied. Derek narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good with never," Isaac supplemented again. Derek nodded along with Isaac as they agreed on the silent pact.

"First of all, why would I care about anyone related to Derek, and second, I don't know this kid Boyd," Chris Argent barked at Scott. "I don't even know his last name."

"Boyd is his last name," Scott replied. He lacked the sarcastic wit Madison had, making his sound naïve and adolescent in his typical manner. Madison rolled her eyes. Why did Derek have to send the amateur in? Sure, it was Scott's idea but obviously this kid's gentle nature would not excel him any further. She was tempted to push herself up and take control but decided to wait for a minute, giving him a second chance.

"What's his first name?"

"Vernon," Scott replied, this time with a little wit, as his face scrunched up in a hint of annoyance before it evaporated.

"Eh," Chris dismissed with a side-ways glance at nothing. "Scott," Chris sighed, stepping closer to the boy. Madison growled warningly, almost possessively of the boy Chris interpreted. He wondered if perhaps Madison had taken over the pack and adopted them at her own, knowing very well if she was anything like her father she would never sacrifice her Alpha title –it was too dear to her. He respected her wished and stepped back, lifting his hands in defense as she eyed him cautiously. "I watched my father brainwash my daughter," he began to explain. Madison rolled her eyes, knowing very well where the conversation was headed. "He almost turned her into a killer. That world –your world –decimated mine, my wife, sister, father," Chris exerted. Madison looked awkwardly away towards the highway nearby as Scott confronted the emotional situation head on. Madison wasn't equipped for that, especially not with Chris –the very entity who destroyed hers.

Chris continued, "My entire family. Why would I ever step foot in it again," he rhetorically asked, not expecting an answer but Scott prepared one.

"Because people are going to die," Scott pressed, "and because you know how to catch Boyd and Cora without killing them." Madison shook her head as she caught Chris's expression –predicting exactly how he would dismiss Scott. She narrowed her eyes at Chris –not sure why she was angry with him disappointing Scott when she did the same but perhaps it was because once again it was Chris's choice –his ability to decide what and who he wanted to pursue like it was some kind of game he could pull out of anytime.

How could Chris walk away just like that? Did he not realize what damage he still left behind? He destroyed her family and yet he whined about how the life destroyed his? His choices ruined her family and his! His choices! He ought to take responsibility to them, damnit! Madison was not okay. She was not okay with this at all, she realized with a burning sense of animosity salient in her glowing red eyes.

She looked away before they could notice the tears prickling at her eyes. Her lips naturally curled as an unsuspecting sob tried to make its way up her throat and she suppressed. She forced to walked

"I'm sorry," Chris apologized as he turned his back. "I can't help you."

"Sorry for what," she exploded. He faced her with a new sense of panic as she strolled up to him with a fury he hadn't seen before. He reached for his gun but her reflexes were quicker and she grabbed the hand in mid-air, twisting it enough that it would halt him but not hurt him. Her expression smothered into a colder one and her eyes fell back to an azure hue. "You destroyed lives, Chris. Your choices destroyed your own life, your own family, and most certainly mine and whoever else you decided to chase, and now, when it's actually condoned, you decide it's not in your best interest to do what you do best? I wish the rest of us could chose at whim like that but sadly, we aren't rewarded that luxury." They were extremely close and he could see just how hurt she was as his memory was brought back to the little girl who shied away under the arch, covered in blood as her dark hair matted around her blood splatted face. Her voice was colder, harsher, rather than soft and delicate like she had when she was a child. She had changed dramatically and he swallowed painfully, apprehending he did that.

She dropped his hand and turned her back to him, grabbing Scott's arm and pulling him back. He fought and she let go, letting him return to Chris as he pitched his final ploy.

"Do you think you could do me like one tiny favor?" Scott pleaded. Madison sharpened her eyes in skepticism, wondering what Scott McCall had up his sleeve. Chris looked strangely at him before giving in.

"Sure," he stressed, waving Scott in the car after Scott suggested a ride. "Madison, I think you should come, too. We need to talk."

"About what," she growled.

"You know what," Chris said.

She narrowed her eyes at him, catching his drift before violently shaking her head. "No, I don't know where he is and even if I did, I wouldn't tell you," she assumed. By the way his eyes locked, she guessed correctly. "You already destroyed my family once. I won't let you do again. Piece of advice –lock your doors. I may not be all that forgiving but I'm a hell lot more generous than my father, taken into consideration what you did to him." She hissed. She turned her back for good on the shaken man and recoiled back to her car. Both Chris and Scott watched the ghost of her silver strands swaying across her dark sweatshirt, the only thing distinct about her while the rest of her attire and physique allowed her to blend into the darkness acutely, disappearing altogether.

As she approached her car, she noticed something different. The smell was… odd. She didn't remember it. It reminded her of fresh dew and soil, much like her mother's when Aubrey went out to the Garden as often as she did. She lifted her nostrils in the air, collecting the scent into memory, before examining her car. Derek watched her briefly as he passed her, more intent to pursue Scott and Chris behind Chris's SUV than whatever musk Madison was consumed with.

She caught Derek's license plates leaving the facility and hurried into her car, pressing the start button and accelerated onto Derek's tale. Her bright headlights illuminated his back end, catching Chris's attention as she spied her white car behind him –again, supporting his assumption she had somehow overpowered Derek in his position and taken over the pack like a protective Alpha. She sped up beside Derek on the 2 lanes before popping in front of him in a slick turn, tailing Chris who paid no attention to the black Toyota behind him –assuming it to be unrelated.

The Toyota slowed as they approached a crime scene, littered with police tapes and inter-blinking red-and-blue lights. Madison parked beside him and shared a knowing look with Scott who peered over Chris to glance down at Madison's low profile BMW.

"Did they do this?" Chris demanded. He looked down at Madison, only catching a glimpse of her hair as she tried to lean out to the passenger side. She decided to get out of the car instead to come up to the window, ready to meet Scott halfway. Chris looked hard at her with critical eyes.

"I don't know for sure," Madison honestly answered. "The chlorine is really messing up my smell. Scott, we need to hurry. We can't waste any more time," she prompted urgently as her nostrils shriveled up in disgust at the high concentration of the pool. "Man, they need to ease up on the chemicals. We only put about a quarter of that stuff in our pool," she complained. "I'm getting a migraine from this stuff."

"Where is the last place you saw them?" He asked her. Scott smiled at Madison from behind Chris, grateful she came through. She gave a curt nod his way, acknowledging his gratitude.

"Follow me," she prompted.

Teen Wolf

"Tracking them by print?" Chris asked. They had entered into the clearing and when Scott assured this was the last-know-location, the retired hunter dropped his carrier bag full of weapons –odd he had kept them but Madison shut her trap as a favor for Scott who was ecstatic his little empathy-tugging-the-heart-strings plan had worked. She kept her distance away from Argent as her sour sentiments towards the man didn't diminish in the slightest and he, too, kept his space, fully aware of her reservations and respected them.

"Trying to," Scott asked.

"Well then you've been wasting your time," Chris shot down as he glanced at the print –and the smudge mark he realized was Madison's –comparing it to the huge dark mark on the left side of her torso. "There's only one creature on earth that can visually track footprints," Chris declared. Madison stiffened in her stance and glared at Chris, expecting exactly where he was going with this. "And that's man," he stated. Madison bit her lip to hold back a retort for Scott's sake but she couldn't repress that urge to make a face blatantly disregarding any credit to this man. No human, she believed, could ever claim such a notion –that they triumphed over something in the natural animal kingdom. Man was on the lowest of the pyramid –weapons aside, but then again, that was her political belief and she had a right to her, as Chris had a right to his delusions.

"And if you're not trained like me, you have no idea that this print is Boyd's and these-"

Chris was cut off by Isaac that pointed at the same footprint as Chris at his feet. "-are Cora's," he assumed. Madison shot Isaac a look, slightly amused by his casual stature leaning against a tree. Isaac looked at her, catching her stare, and was slightly intimidated by her proud, straight pose, standing among the heights of Derek and Scott equally almost.

"Nope," Chris corrected, "they're yours." Isaac's face fell at the blow to his pride and ego. "You trampled Cora's as soon as you walked over here," Chris explained. He turned to Madison. "These ones here are yours," he also pointed. "You have the smallest of the bunch and I'm guessing you're the only one wearing Nikes." Madison sighed. She looked down at her muddied shoes and shrugged. She could wash them later. Those were her cheaper pair anyways. Like hell she'd wear her favorite baby blue ones out when there was a chance they could be shredded.

"Listen," he began strictly, "I know 3 of you are focusing half your energy on resisting your own urges under the full moon," he looked at the males but glanced at Madison, serving her a slight smirk as they mentally agreed on something the others were in the dark about. Derek looked at her strangely as she grinned at all of them before her face fell to all seriousness when she reconnected with Chris's light blue eyes. "But that puts you at a severe disadvantage to Boyd and Cora who'd fully given in. They put the pedal to floor when you three are barely hitting the speed limit."

"Why do you say us three and leave Madison out?" Isaac inquired. Madison smirked and kicked some dirt at her feet before winking at Isaac mischievously.

Chris nodded knowingly at her. "Our little Alpha here has more tricks up her sleeve than you do. She –just like father –is capable of being the fiercest force we will ever see in our lifetimes. I don't know how but something in her bloodline distinguishes her as having a significant advantage over all of us. She could easily outrun all of us, most females from her line do, while the men tend to the strongest anyone have ever seen. She's a blessing in disguise for you guys –and an utter nightmare for others." Chris tilted his head at her while she grinned victoriously, amused by his narration and the wicked looks of her fellow witnesses around her. "Which prompts the question, why did you hold back? You could easily catch them on your own –why didn't you?" He demanded.

"Because," Derek replied. "I know what she's capable of and I don't want her to kill them. That's the only thing she knows what to do. She almost killed Cora if it wasn't for Isaac and me," he referenced to the earlier two times when they had to throw her off, one at the campsite and the other in pursuit. "Madison isn't in as much control as everyone thinks she is."

"Speak for yourself, Hale," she sneered. "I'm perfectly in control. I was just doing what should've been done but for your sake, I'll let you crash and burn so you can learn your lesson," she sneered. Chris looked between the two Alphas suspiciously. This was the most unusual dynamic he had ever seen –two alphas within the same proximity was one thing but a Volkov and another Alpha who was of a much weaker bloodline was a whole different story. He narrowed his eyes and favored towards Madison who he knew would be able to pull off a takeover –she had the mental tools to manipulate just like her witch of a mother, the physical advantage over Derek –including strength as he'd seen her take down a full grown as a mere child –which required the utter ruthlessness Derek lacked.

Derek noticed Chris's inquiring look and what about to ask something but Madison's glare shut him up.

"First thing, you two," he pointed towards Madison and Derek, "need to sort things out. You can't second guess each other. I understand it's difficult with having such dominant personalities but the two of you feuding won't get you anywhere. You're too busy fighting amongst yourselves, getting nothing done, but if you two joined efforts –truly joined –you can accomplish a lot more than you expected to. Madison here with her manipulation and psychosis –she knows how to predict movements accurately –and you, with your strength and numbers of your pack would combine into success with the proper planning and execution."

Madison and Derek exchanged knowing looks –very familiar with this conversation but the uncertainty still lay in their eyes and the distance between them remained.

"Second point," Chris directed. He pointed to Madison. "Focus on your sense of smell. Madison, your father was the best damn tracker I've ever come across, and I have no doubt you inherited that advantage, but you're too accustomed to sight and hearing to guide you. You need to rely on smell first, hearing second, and sight as a last resort. That's what he did and that's what made him lethal." He directed to the other three. "Actual wolves are known to track their prey up to a hundred miles day by scent," Chris informed. Madison nodded along. She had received a similar lecture by her own family when they were harnessing her abilities –focusing on her keen sense of smell that Sloane inevitably passed down to her. She was molded into a tracker –as each member was divided into categories to fit their skills. She wanted to be offensive and be first to fight but she noticed that was mainly reserved for men –the biggest brutes she had ever come across –but she was given the honor as a tracker alongside her cousin. They were treasured as key factors of success –if she could get to the enemy first and alert her side, they'd be given the advantage. Her participation was crucial.

"A trained hunter can use scent to track them," Chris added. "If the wind is with them, wolves can track a scent by a distance of 2 miles, which means we can draw them to us, or into a trap,"

"You've done this before," Scott announced, looking at Madison. She nodded. Chris's expression hardened as he realized her training was far more than just training. She was officially one of them now –a killer, a hunter, a Volkov. "You said you chased down enemies through the woods before…" Scott dragged one. She nodded.

"Shut up, McCall," she suddenly cut off. Scott gulped and nodded furiously along, knowing well her infamous mood swings tended to be a bit on the extreme side.

"The Full Moon does give us one advantage," Chris started again as he tossed Scott a rope. "They'll have a higher heat signature, which makes them easier to spot with infrared. Madison noticed the various different devices to Isaac before she diverted her attention to her own skills. Her senses heightened as her eyes inflamed to red, allowing her to see much farther than the others as she picked up on various scents.

"Thanks but I got my own," Derek dismissed one of the gadgets in his hands. Chris looked to both red-eyed Alphas, more disturbed by the brightness of Madison's as she scanned around for clues.

"Madison, I highly suggest you remain in human form," Chris suggested seriously. She turned to him, eyes blue again. "I've seen what you can do in your other form but that's not you, that's the beast and we can't afford having it be unleashed again." He cringed as he remembered what little remained of Matt, intestines splattered around him in a messy display. The gore was even harder for Chris to stomach than most cases he's come across.

"I got it under control, Scott can vouch for me on that," Madison assured. She dedicated most of her time in Russia for that problem alone and now she was grateful she could manage having conscious control over the large, wild beat that lay dormant inside her. Scott nodded.

"She saved two little kids," Scott detailed, surprising Chris. He looked to Madison whose eyes glimmered a bit with empathy –the same empathy a child would bestow on another –and he caught the link to why she would do a thing like that.

"I'd still feel comfortable if you didn't revert to that around me," Chris asked.

Madison grinned. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Just remember we're not hunting wild animals," Chris warned to the others. "Underneath those impulses are two intelligent human beings. Don't think they can't rely on that human side. It's suppressed but it's there, reminding them how to mask their scent, how to cover their tracks," Chris pressed, "how to survive."

Teen Wolf

"When was the last time you saw your sister?" Chris asked Derek.

"Not in years," Derek solemnly answered. "I thought she died in the fire."

"Do you feel like you have a lock on her scent?" Chris looked over his shoulder from the city's lights. Madison looked down at her bloodied, muddied nails and brought them to her nose, remembering she had inflicted those claws into Cora's shoulders. She inhaled it.

"Smells like you," She told Derek, catching Chris's attention. "She has a certain hint of metal –an iron like odor – I'm guessing that's from the bank, with a touch of sweat and grime. I guess it's a given, with her living conditions…" Derek shot her a cold look, eyeing her bloodied nails.

"You hurt her," he growled.

"I just swiped her shoulder. She'll live," Madison excused. "How is it I have a better lock on your sister's scent than you do," she chided, "her very own brother?"

"Maybe because I didn't attempt to kill her," Derek sneered. He grabbed her hand and hesitantly sniffed the tops of her fingertips. He noted the red stains lining her palms as well and dragged his nose across those. Scott and Isaac exchanged a look. As well as Chris who was slightly disturbed by the intimate move between the two Alphas.

"Have at it," Madison commented awkwardly. "It's all her blood." Derek growled lowly as a warning but Madison didn't care.

"Scott," Chris asked, turning his head in the other direction, "how confident in your skills?"

"Honestly," Scott thought, "most of the time I'm trying not to think about the things I can smell."

"Madison," Chris asked her. "You seemed to have a lock on Cora's scent."

"And Boyd's," she added. "The boy reeks. I couldn't miss him for a mile. His stench is repugnant," she sneered, recalling only an hour or so earlier how he bombarded her with his disgusting odor. Chris smiled in almost a proud way, ironic given he wanted to exact opposite from Sloane's daughter –knowing how dangerous she could possibly become –but perhaps her most lethal weapon could be of use to them.

"Alright, the problem is when they breach the woods they hit the residential area," Chris explained. Madison looked towards the lights of the city below them with critical eyes, retracting her hand from Derek's clutches. "Once they pass the high school, they're right in the middle of Beacon Hills.

"They're not going to kill everything they see, are they?" Isaac asked, alarmed. Madison rolled her eyes and turns to the Beta.

"We've been over this, Isaac. Yes, they will," she pushed with vibrant red eyes.

"No," Chris contradicted. Madison steeped back in alarm and stared at Chris incredulously, "but there is an important difference to recognize." He turned to Madison and she shook her head, confounded by what point he was trying to make. "Wolves hunt for food," he explained. Madison nodded along, agreeing so far with his point but still confused at what the overall message was that we was trying to send, "and at a certain point they get full. Boyd and Cora are hunting for the pleasure of the kill." He looked at Madison sternly.

"It was a phase," she defended her actions, "and I had my reasons. It's not like I went off the rope. I killed with purpose, not for pleasure. Trust me on that." She recalled the tremendous weight of guilt that overcame her after each kill, how each violent stroke added more to her conscious until she hated even the thought of killing. That was when she was a little girl though. Now, she was all but accustomed to being indifferent and logical in each scenario, pushing aside any emotional ties to avoid those obstructing forces of empathy again.

Chris returned his firm gaze back to the younger Beta's, ignoring her harsh glare. "There's some primal apex, predatory satisfaction that comes from the ripping of warm bodies to bloody shreds, and who knows when that need gets satiated."

"It doesn't," Madison answered honestly. Chris shot her an alarmed look. "I have control, but I've seen others similar to their circumstances that all but loose it. I've seen them do despicable things to humans –and although my empathy capacity is low –they massacre to a point that even I cringe at." She winced as she tried to picture just how brutal it truly was.

"We can't kill them," Scott pressed adamantly, opposing Madison's stance. Instead of futilely arguing, she shot Chris a look begging for validation. All he did was nod along but his words contradicted his supportive gesture.

"What if we can't catch them," Derek accused. Madison shrugged.

"We kill them," Madison declared again. "I can catch them. I can kill them. There won't be any blood on your hands." Scott replied with a heated glare in her direction.

"Maybe we just need to contain them," Chris suggested. Madison leered back. "There's no one in the school at night, is there?"

"Want to trap them inside?" Derek asked.

"Of course, dumbass," Madison retorted. Derek glared at her, too, but she ignored both of the boys' glowers and remained firm on her stance.

"Yeah, at somewhere with a strong enough door," Chris explained, "no windows or access to the outside."

"Basement maybe," Madison suggested, narrowing her eyes. "It's under the ground and to support the school it would have to be a strong, concrete structure."

"What about the boiler room," Isaac clarified, agreeing with Madison. They shared a knowing look, smiling slightly at each other, very much in sync. Derek noticed and stepped closed in between them, almost threatened by the connection of the two. "It's just one big steel door," he described. Chris looked back at Isaac, regaled by the idea.

"You sure the school is empty," Chris put out there one more time, cautious to verify.

"It has to be," Scott guessed. Madison wasn't so sure but said nothing. If someone was in the school, well then, hey, it was in the middle of the night, why the heck would they be spending their nights –especially this late of an hour –at school? If they got killed, it was for the benefit, she tried to coax herself into thinking. They wouldn't have much of a life to enjoy if that's what they did. She shifted her feet nervous, rolling her ankles and stretching her toes as if to distract herself. "There can't be anyone there this late, right?"