I guess that was that, we were going vampire hunting with Matt. I looked around at the room. Kit was on the verge of being furious with Matt winning. Tess and Elijah looked a bit worried. But not in a 'I don't want you to do this' way, it was more of an 'I don't want my family to get hurt' way. Matt looked over at me and smiled. I think as much as he loved his work as the worlds best vampire hunter, it was lonely. He must be happy to have the company. Even if we were just inexperienced teens. I wondered how old Matt was, had he told me before? I couldn't remember.

"What're you going to do?" I broke the silence asking Tess.

She smiled, "I've invested a lot of time and money into that property. I'm not letting them scare me off of it."

I smiled back, good for her.

"Alright,' Elijah said. "Gather up anything you've got and let's hit the road."

Everyone got up and dispersed. Kyle grabbed me in the hallway and pulled me aside. It was going to take some getting used to that he could touch now.

"What happened out there?"

I tried to figure out a way to put it.

"I lost a fight against the floor of a semi-truck," I chuckled.

"Well I'm always here if you need someone to talk to," Kyle said. "You know I was there for all the Pack stuff. I know a bit about what you might be feeling."

I playfully bumped him on the shoulder, "Both pack incidents."

"Come on," Derek interrupted as he stepped out of the room.

The adults had grabbed one of the cars from the house so we wouldn't have to make two trips again. I followed Derek into one car and Jeremy went to climb in after me. Elijah grabbed him and stopped him.

"Are you trying to start more stuff?" Elijah asked.

Jeremy shook his head, "I need to talk to him."

"It's ok," Derek said. "I'm not going to hurt him again."

Derek squeezed my hand as he said it. Was he telling that to me or Elijah?

Elijah let go of Jeremy.

"Alright but I swear if I see one raised hand, you three will be in big trouble," he threatened.

Elijah got in the driver's seat, Tess in the passenger. Jeremy slid in, shook off the snow, and shut the door.

"Well?" Derek asked letting go of my hand and putting his arm across the seat behind me.

Jeremy tried to make eye contact but kept glancing down at his hands.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I… I guess… I lost control for a second… I don't have this whole werewolf thing figured out yet… I'm not trying to make excuses; I'm trying to explain…"

"Hey," Derek shrugged. "We both lost control."

"I need help," Jeremy said looking down. "I…"

"It's not supposed to be easy," Derek said. "Control takes practice. Lots of it."

"Help me practice," Jeremy asked.

Derek was quiet, thinking about his answer.

"Alright," he nodded.

Jeremy's whole body visibly relaxed. It must not have been easy for him to admit he needed help, especially to the person who beat him up earlier today.

"One of the first things you need to do," Derek said. "Is find your Chloe. Find your person or thing that pulls you back from that edge. That is your reason for not losing control. That will never fail in calming you down. It's not something you'll find by tomorrow night. It may not be something you find this month. But when you find it, you'll know because you'll never want to let it go. You'll feel empty and hollow without it."

"If that takes so long, why's that the first thing?" Jeremy asked.

"Because you need to start looking out for it right away," Derek explained. "Because if you let that thing slip through your fingers. You might never get it back and there's no replacing it. You could have to live with that emptiness forever. Never have a reason not to lose control. And if you hit that point, the downward spiral is fast and destructive."