I'm the absolute worst at updating, especially now the story came so easily before when I had more time to write; funny how that works. But I've already got the next one in the works so I will try not to take so long next time. Excuses aren't what you're here for (if anyone is still reading this) so without further ado, the song is "Whatever it Takes" by: Imagine Dragons (the next few songs will probably all be from their new album, it's kind of all I've been listening to). As always, please read, enjoy, and review!

Chapter 29: "Whatever it Takes"

"I was born to run, I was born for this

Whip, whip

Run me like a race horse

Pull me like a ripcord

Break me down and build me up

I wanna be the slip, slip

Word upon your lip, lip

Letter that you rip, rip

Break me down and build me up

Whatever it takes

'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins

I do whatever it takes

'Cause I love how it feels when I break the chains"

One week later, they had two hitmen dead and had made no further headway in the situation at hand despite an attempted biological attack and many more supernatural victims killed or severely injured. All of this led to a very pissed off Isaac who was angry at the bad guys, at Scott for not protecting everyone, but mostly himself for not being good enough. "We've accomplished nothing!" He roared out into the darkness of the night from where they stood in the thick tree line obscuring the crescent moon. It was a training night but Isaac wasn't focused on the task at hand causing all of his shots to be slightly off. Wincing at the, not entirely, unexpected loud noise, Allison looked over at him with a cocked eyebrow in response to his sudden outburst and frowned at him. "Two down at least is a start." She replied, turning away and drawing her bow as her eyes lit up bright yellow as her supernatural night vision kicked in. Breathing in deep then holding it in to steady her aim, she fired the arrow straight into the tree trunk 100 yards ahead. "But everything is falling apart in the meantime." The boy added and his voice carried as he stumbled after her as they went to go check where her arrow had landed.

"It's only been a week." Allison attempted to placate him and was met with a furrowed brow and glaring yellow eyes shining beside her in the dark. "And the body count is rising at a higher rate than we can keep up with." Quiet as a mouse, Argent stepped in front of their target and spoke up for the first time since they'd begun to practice. "It's an impossible task to solve in a week. If you let your anger control you will never save anyone." Isaac's eyes widened in surprise before he sighed, his shoulders relaxed, and his eyes returned to their natural gray-blue. Nodding with approval at the change in behavior, Argent returned to where he'd been leaning against a tree and re-crossed his arms.

Continuing with the training session, his aim grew better and better while Allison smiling softly at him from where she had moved to stand beside her father. "He's getting better and better." She breathed out her voice over flowing with respect for the boy taking aim in front of them. He'd traded out the Glock 22 pistol that was his usual training weapon with the two hunters for a handful of the throwing kunai that his girlfriend commonly used. Due to that he'd stepped up closer to the target and was too focused on the task at hand to pay any mind to the conversation going on behind him. "Of course, he is, he's a natural at it." Her father replied, his eyes narrowing as he watched the boy's form and listened for the thud as the knives hit that sweet spot in the center. Allison rolled her eyes, leave it to the men to find their focus only on the weapons portion of the training process. "That too, but I meant his temper. He's gotten much better at controlling it over all."

Argent nodded as he continued to watch the knives flung into the target with accuracy and the boy keep trying his best at what was his girlfriend's weapons of choice. The girl nodded as she continued to watch and wait for all his aggression to be put out this way as the knives thudded faster and faster. "Somewhat better." He amended not noticing his daughter's brown eyes suddenly darted away at an unusual sound that Argent had missed and Isaac was too distracted to acknowledge. Her eyes automatically turned yellow as she looked about for the source of the sound and her father glanced over at her. "What is it Allison? What do you hear?" Ignoring the questions, she stepped forward and cocked her head to the side listening harder. The movement finally got Isaac's attention and he turned around to look over at her. Upon recognizing what she was doing, he began to sniff the air for any scent that was unusual and therefore the source of whatever she was hearing.

It didn't take long to recognize the source of the sound as a Lydia banshee scream from the way it made both teens' blood run cold. What took far too long was pinpointing exactly where it came from. Neither of them could agree due to the overwhelming smell of smoke that confused Isaac's senses whenever he turned towards the town center and more specifically the police station. "It's Lydia." Allison finally answered and Isaac nodded in agreement as he moved forward to join them where they stood and added, "I believe she's near the police station but all I can smell is smoke." Argent looked at them both and made a shooing motion at them, "Go on then and help her, you'll be faster running then in the car. I'll meet you there as soon as I can." Nodding at him and then looking at each other, Allison snatched her bow off the ground and pulled it over her shoulders securing it atop her quiver of arrows while Isaac secured the pistol in its holder and double checked that the ammo clips on the other side of his belt. There was certainly no point running into a situation unarmed and unprepared, at that point there was no assistance being received and only more chaos and victim being added to the potential body count.

Without a further word, the two leapt forward together like a well-oiled machine and ran full tilt weaving through the trees with glowing yellow eyes lighting up the path. Leaping over a tree trunk and dodging a boulder, Isaac glanced over at her and was stunned by how alive she looked. Every nerve in her being was a hot wire pulsating with electricity that he could hear yet her breathing was even and measured. It only surprised him because it confirmed a truth that he already had expected but slightly feared coming true; they were made for this, no matter how much of a toll it took on their minds and bodies, this was what they were here for. Heroes never got the good end of the deal, they weren't even always remembered especially if they failed. They came home bloody and questioning if what they did was right even if it turned out alright in the end. Some never came home and that scared him, a lot. Some of the best turned into the bad guys that they had always fought and feared.

With his human brain lost in thought, his wolf heart lifted his legs, ducked to avoid branches, and stayed at the same pace as his mate. In what felt like no time at all, they arrived and the human part of him pushed the wolf back as he took in the scene before him. In the police parking lot was a car aflame and there was Lydia beside it trying to get in and screaming her voice away. Sprinting forward, he wrapped her arms around the banshee and held her back from the flames even as she beat his chest with her burned hands clenched into fists and screamed at him to let her go. Without a word or a pause, Allison ripped off her bow and quiver and jacket and dove into the burning car causing Isaac's heart to skip a beat despite knowing that she was practically fireproof at this point.

It should've taken seconds to pull whoever was in the car out but something was taking too long and it worried him. Breathing in and out he felt his wolf struggling to shove the banshee to the ground and sprint in pell mell to save her but she didn't need saving; no one knew that better than him. A full minute later, she stumbled out of the flames glowing orange with her own stronger fire and holding up a charred looking figure. As they reached where Isaac was still holding Lydia back from sprinting in and hurting herself further, the car exploded in a massive fireball causing all present to be thrown unceremoniously to the ground by the backlash of burning air. Pushing himself off of where he'd shielded Lydia from the worst of the explosion, Isaac stumbled over to Allison and helped her roll over the field and winced slightly when he recognized the burned man to be Deputy Parrish.

"He's not breathing." Lydia whimpered from behind him sounding uncharacteristically unaware, "Why isn't he breathing?" Allison and Isaac looked at each other and she leaned in close to hear a faint whisper of air leaving the police officer's chest. "Yes, he is, we've got to get him to a hospital." As the words suddenly connected with Lydia, she pulled out her phone and dropped it immediately as the pain from her hands kicked in. Isaac gave her shoulder a squeeze and picked up the discarded phone and began to dial when a burned hand reached out and grasped Allison's shoulder before she could sit up. "Who…did…this?" Parrish wheezed out and Allison reached up and tried to gently untangle herself from his grasp but it was too tight. Using both hands now she tried harder to squirm away but his grip despite his extensive injuries only tightened. "Please…" Giving in as she realized that supernatural or no she wasn't breaking away and instead replied, "I don't know but we'll find him Parrish."

Later on, Isaac could pinpoint this moment as the second that everything went to hell but in the moment, it seemed that Parrish was relaxing and there was an ambulance on the way for both Lydia and Parrish and everything would turn it alright. Allison had managed to stand and he passed her his torn jacket to cover up the places on her clothing where the flames had smoldered through despite her having spent an incredible amount of effort to find fireproof clothing. Just like that the world went topsy turvy as Parrish's eyes opened and they glowed orange instead of his steady, calm shooters eyes.