A/N: Part 1 of 2. If i put them together you guys wouldnt have read the whole thing and trust me when i say the end of the next chapter is JUICY! LOTS OF STUFF YOUVE BEEN WAITING FOR! I know there's not much intensity in this chap but REVIEW :] plz and ill upload next part asap. xo-elena


Chapter Song: Glory and Gore by Lorde


Less than an hour after the incident at the bank, I found myself standing at the entrance of the woods with Derek at my side.
"You lost them?" Derek exclaimed into the phone. Scott had finally called with an update after he had run off after the two rabid wolves. The cold wind nipped at my bare arms as I listening to Derek and nervously twiddled my thumbs together. Derek loudly sighed.
"Wasn't exactly the plan." His voice cracked.
"Look, we're at the trails at the entrance of the preserve. Can you meet us here?" With Scott's reply, Derek hung up the phone and slid it back into the pocket of his jeans. I looked over to him, the stress lines in his forehead prominent.
"I don't get it." I finally spoke up, shaking my head as tonight's events replayed themselves. Derek snapped his focus over to me. "She's your younger sister?" I could see Derek swallow the lump in his throat.
"She was—she is." He corrected. "I don't get it either. I thought she was dead."
"This whole time." I realized. "It's been what, nine years since the fire now?"
Derek nodded sharply. "I don't know why—or how—she'd show up now. And how of all places, how she ended up was trapped with my Betas."
"Well, you can always ask her tomorrow." I gave the Alpha a one sided smile. Derek shook his head once more.
"I'm worried there won't be a tomorrow for her." He admitted. "I don't know what's going to happen with her and Boyd. I don't know if we can control them."
"We're going to have to." I interjected. "It's the only option we have." As Derek went to open his mouth, we were interrupted by a rustling in the trees behind us. I spun around, wondering if Boyd and Cora had found us. Instead, Isaac came walking up.
"Isaac." I realized.
"I didn't see Boyd anywhere on the way here." He alerted. "The girl…" He bit down on his lip.
"It's my sister." Derek informed. Isaac's body noticeably tensed.
"So if she's the girl, Erica…" He slowly realized. His focus turned on me. "You were right." He stated. I reluctantly nodded. Isaac clenched his jaw and avoided our gaze.
"Right…" His voice trailed off as his teeth gritted together. And in that moment, I watched Isaac Lahey's heart shatter before my very own eyes.


The three wolves had dispersed as Boyd and Cora's scent had once again reappeared. Derek had given me his car keys and had me follow on wheel. Once the boys had lost the betas once more, Scott had sent me his location. I swerved the Camaro onto the dirt as I found the group standing alongside each other. I cut the engine, exiting the car as I watched Scott animatedly talk on the phone.
"What happened?" I asked, my brows forming a tight line.
"Lydia found a body at the pools." Derek informed me as I walked up to them. Scott hung up the phone.
"The pools?" I repeated. "That's the opposite way."
"This doesn't make any sense. The pools are all the way on the other side of the woods. We haven't tracked them anywhere near there." Derek disagreed.
"Derek they killed someone." Scott stated.
"How are they moving so fast?" Derek thought aloud.
"Derek!" Scott yelled.
"They can't be that fast on foot!" Derek cried back.
"They! Killed! Someone!" Scott repeated. "Some totally innocent kid is dead." Derek's expression fell as he realized the severity of the situation we were in. "And it's our fault."
"It's not anyone's fault here." I shot at my brother.
"It's my fault." Derek sadly corrected.
"The only person to blame here is Allison. She's the one who let them loose." I glared at Scott. "And that's the besides the point. This is not the time to play the blame game. How are we so sure that they killed that kid? You've been on them for hours and not once did they lead you anywhere close to where the pools are. Derek's got a point. They're not in a car. They're on foot."
"Because they did, Hayley! I watched Boyd try to rip apart kids! Kids, Hayley!" Scott cried. My brother sighed, "We need help."
"We have Isaac now." Derek assured.
"I mean real help." Scott retorted. Derek, Isaac, and I all were taken aback in shock as we looked at my brother. I shot him a look, my brows raising to ask him if he seriously had just opened his mouth and said that. "They're too fast for us. For all of us. They're too strong—to rabid."
"We'll catch them." Derek assured.
"What happens if we do? Are we just gonna hold them down till the sun comes up?" Isaac wondered.
"What about Ketamine?" I suggested. "Like we used on Jackson. It could buy us some time to hold them down until the moons gone."
"We don't have enough time. And besides, it only kept Jackson down for a short amount of time. They're ten times more powerful now." Scott sighed.
"Maybe it would be easier just…just to kill them." Derek quietly realized.
"Killing them isn't the right thing to do." Scott disagreed.
"It's also not an option." I added.
"What if it's the only thing to do?" Isaac worried.
"It's not on the the table." I spat at the Beta. I swallowed hard. "We're not losing anyone else tonight."
"If we can't catch them then what else do we do?" Isaac avoided my gaze.
"Find someone who knows what they're doing." Scott suggested.
"Who?" Derek wondered, staring at my brother intently. Scott paused for a second, leaving me to fill in the blanks.
"You wouldn't." My eyes narrowed.
"Someone who knows how to hunt werewolves."


"This has to be his stupidest idea yet." I stated, watching Scott saunter over to Chris Argent, who was filling his SUV with groceries. Derek, Isaac, and I watched from the car as it idled in the grocery store parking lot.
"Do you think this is gonna work?" Isaac wondered as we watched Chris pull his gun out on Scott.
"Nope." Derek popped the 'p'. Isaac turned and looked to me in the back seat.
"Absolutely not." I shook my head. "In the ten years I've lived with Scott, he's never once been able to be persuasive." I could see Isaac look at me strangely through the rear view mirror.
"Maybe you should go talk with him." Isaac suggested.
"This was his idea. He can figure out this train wreck." The car quickly became silent.
"So, your—your sister." Isaac uncomfortably spoke up. Derek turned to glare at his beta. "Sorry it's, uh, bad timing. I'm sorry. I'll ask later, it's fine." Isaac shrugged. Derek, who looked like he was mentally telling himself to not throw a punch, continued to stare at the teen.
"Or never." Isaac corrected, seeing the expression on Derek's face. "Yeah, never sounds good." He finalized. Without a word, Derek turned back to watch Scott and Chris Argent. Soon after, Scott hopped into the car with Chris and my phone began buzzing in my lap.
Having him take me to the pools. Maybe if he sees what happen, he'll help.
"Well, I'll be damned." I muttered under my breath.
"Where is he going?" Derek asked.
"The pools."


Scott's idea of taking Chris Argent to the scene of the crime had somehow, by some miracle, worked. The father had agreed, reluctantly, to help us. We found ourselves back in the woods where Chris had thrown down a large duffel bag to the ground. The metal inside clanked together, causing me to look up at him and wonder what he had planned.
"Tracking them by print?" He asked Scott as he crouched down to the ground.
"Trying to."
"Then you're wasting your time. There's only one creature on earth who can visually track footprints and thats man. And if you're not trained like me, you'll have no idea that these prints are Boyd's and these—
"Are Cora's" Isaac assured.
"Nope, they're yours. You trampled Cora's as soon as you walked over here. I know the three of you are focusing over half your energy on resisting your urges of the full moon but that puts as at a severe disadvantage to Boyd and Cora, who have fully given in." Chris sighed. I looked around at the three wolves, wondering if they were really feeling the effects. I had figured that once they had the control down pat, the full moons weren't an issue anymore. Especially for someone like Derek, who had been a wolf all his life. It was hard to imagine. "They've hit the pedals to the floor while you three have barely hit the speed limit
"So what do we do?" Derek asked, crossing his arms tightly over his chest.
"Focus on your sense of smell. Actual wolves are known to track their pray up to 100 miles a day by scent. A trained hunter can use scent to track them. If the wind is with them, wolves can track a scent at a distance of two miles away. Which means we can draw them to us and into a trap." Chris threw Scott a bundle of rope,"The full moon does give us one advantage. They'll have a higher heat signature which makes them easier to spot with inferred." Chris said, throwing each wolf a pair of goggles.
"Thanks but, I got my own." Derek flashed his red iris', tossing the goggles to me.
"Just remember were not hunting wild animals, underneath those impulse are two intelligent human beings. They have a human side. It's suppressed but its there." Chris reminded before he turned to Derek. "Whens the last time you saw your sister?" Derek noticeably tensed.
"Nine years. I thought she died in the fire."
"Do you feel like you have a lock on her scent?" Derek shook his head.
"Scott? How confident are you in your skills?"
"Honestly, most of the time I'm trying to think of all the things I can smell."
"Alright, the problem is when the breach the woods and hit the residential area. once they're past the high school they're right in the middle of Beacon Hills."
"They're not gonna kill everything they see, are they?" Isaac sheepishly wondered.
"No, but there is an important difference to recognize. Wolves hunt for food. At a certain point they get full. Boyd and Cora are hunting for the pleasure—the kill. 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." I could feel the goosebumps on my arms raise as Chris spoke.
"You can't kill them." Scott interjected.
"What if we can't catch them?" Derek looked away.
"Then maybe we just need to contain them." Chris quietly realized. "There's no one in the school at night, is there?"
"You want to trap them inside?" Derek asked.
"I hate to not add anything to the situation, but the school can't hold them. Peter was an Alpha when he trapped us in there and we couldn't hold him back." I suggested, the memories of Derek getting ripped apart and me trapped in a closet zipping through my mind.
"If there's somewhere with a strong enough door…no windows, no access to the outside…" Chris mused.
"What about the locker room?" Scott wondered. "Peter got out too quick, that wouldn't work." I disagreed.
"What about the boiler room?" Isaac spoke up. The group turned to look at him. "It's just one big steel door." Chris began rummaging through his bag, pulling out a small metal device that looked similar to a light you'd put in a garden.
"This is called an ultrasonic emitter. It's a device we use to coral werewolves, pushing them into the direction we want them to run." He shoved the device into the ground, pressing the top of the emitter. "It gives off a high pitch frequency only they can hear." The father looked up to me, smiling wide. Beside me, the three wolves doubled over in pain as they clutched their ears and heads. I was taken aback, watching the once strong wolves now helpless. I scoffed.
"It's a fancy dog whistle." I realized. Chris pressed the button once more, alleviating the wolves of the high pitched noise. They all sighed in relief as it came to a stop. Chris smiled up to me, nodding.
"And this is how we're going to catch them.