"We don't know how to pray

We don't know what to say

We don't know how to make it through another day

Never run, never hide

Always up for the fight"

Fight 'Til the End by Jack Savoretti

My footsteps echoed throughout the abandoned station as I walked down the stairs to see Derek pulling chains and restraints from a large chest while his three betas looked on. The new werewolves were about to feel the terrible effects of the full moon and I wanted to help. Despite being an alpha, Derek would have immense difficulty controlling three newly turned werewolves on a full moon without any aid.

"Every girl could always use a pair of handcuffs," I remarked cheekily upon reaching the bottom of the steps.

Derek looked up at me with a blank expression. Sometimes the man needed a sense of humor. "Glad you could make it. Was just about to restrain them. A little help?"

"That's what I'm here for." My chain dart weighed down my jacket pocket, but I was ready to help the alpha despite my own issues. I made brief eye contact with Isaac as I made my way to Derek. For all intents and purposes, he seemed pleased to see me, but I couldn't quite figure out if it was good or bad.

I helped Derek restrain Erica and Boyd's hands and bodies, chaining them to the metal poles in the train car. "What if we break free?" Boyd asked as I fastened the chain.

"Then you'll do anything you can to get out of here," Derek answered, working on Erica's chains. "Probably try to kill me and Sara and then kill each other and kill anything else with a heartbeat." Derek turned to Isaac who stood next to Erica. "Hold her." Isaac laced his arms under hers to hold her back. Derek grabbed the metal headband.

Isaac pointed to it. "So, how come she gets to wear the headband thing?" he wondered.

"Because she'll be able to withstand more pain than the two of you. I've got an extra one if you really want it."

Isaac shook his head. "I'll pass, thank you," he replied quietly, definitely not liking the idea of more pain.

Derek looked to Erica who held on tightly the metal pole next to her. "You ready?"

"Yeah," she answered, nodding her head with a mixed expression of worry and resolve. Derek put the headband on her and began tightening the screws. I cringed at the sound of the scraping metal but it was nothing compared to her screams that followed shortly after.

It wasn't until the headband was securely fastened around Erica's head that the werewolves began to feel the full effects of the full moon. Derek sat Isaac down on one of the seats a decent distance away from Boyd and Erica. It was nice to see Isaac doing better than the other two, but I could see the struggle as I left the train car while Derek began fastening Isaac's chains.

Once Derek left the car, he sat on the crate next to me, looking weary. "This is going to be a long night," he remarked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"That's why I'm here. Told you I'd help train them. Haven't exactly been doing a good job with that though."

I was about to stand up to go look inside the train car to keep a closer eye on them when Derek's hand shot out and grabbed my arm gently. "Hey." I slowly sat back down and the alpha let go of me. "Isaac told me what he did. You know it's just the full moon, right? He'll be back to normal tomorrow."

A small smile graced my face. "It's alright, Derek, I know. And he didn't really do anything anyway. I'm just awkward and terrible at confronting feelings."

"And in love."

"If I want a psychological analysis, I'll go to my mom, but thanks."

Loud snarling, growling, and screaming drew us out of the conversation. Transformation, bloodlust, and pain were what they had to work through. Derek stood up and pulled out his phone. "I'm gonna call Scott. We might need more help," he told me. He then walked away so he could talk on the phone, leaving me by the train car.

I jumped from my spot at Erica's intensified scream mixing with the sounds of rattling chains. Oh, this is bad. This is very, very bad, I thought. Then something broke. Derek flicked out his claws and rushed into the train car with me. All three beta wolves stopped what they were doing and looked up at us, snarling and fully shifted.

Derek walked closer to them, dodging out of the way as Isaac snapped at him. "You, deal with him," Derek told me, pointing at Isaac. "I'll handle the other two."

I didn't get the chance to reply as Isaac tried to hop up, tugging dangerously on his chains. Isaac then broke through them and slashed at me. I fell back out of the way and Isaac jumped through the window of the train car. Fuck me.

Scrambling to my feet, I ran out of the car to follow him, leaving Derek with a freed Erica and Boyd. The chains did jack shit.

Isaac was on his hands and knees, growling as his claws scraped the ground, but at least he wasn't running. He looked up at me and bared his fangs, a threatening low growl bubbling in his throat. My fox wanted to snarl back, but I held up my hands. "Isaac, it's me, it's Sara," I said slowly. My eyes were wide as I inched forward the slightest bit. "Try to control this. I know you can do it. I believe in you, Isaac." His growl mixed with a whimper, ducking his head down. "Isaac, look at me!" He snapped his head up and let his bright yellow eyes meet mine. "Find an anchor. You're not a mindless monster. Find what keeps you human. Something that keeps you going even when the whole world is going to shit around you."

He brought his hands to his head and stumbled as he tried to stand, and I rushed forward, forgoing any cautionary thoughts and tendencies, especially my fox-spirit screaming, "No!" with every fiber of my being. "Look at me," I demanded, grabbing his wrists. Isaac's snarl turned into a whimper but he listened. Through his wrists, I could feel his body quivering, at war with his mind. "Find an anchor." He breathed heavily, wincing every few seconds, but his growling had stopped. My muscles strained to keep him from moving away no matter how much he tried to. "Focus on it."

As I looked at my best friend struggling to quell the monster, I came up with a shitty idea. "Oh, to hell with it," I muttered to myself. Surging forward, I brought my lips to his in a last-ditch attempt to focus his mind and distract his body. He slowly stopped struggling against my grip on his wrists and calmed down. His breathing steadied, and I moved back to look at his face. "Isaac?" He didn't say anything and nodded. He perked up at the sound of Derek struggling with Erica and Boyd. "Help your alpha." I dropped his wrists, trusting him.

Isaac glanced down at his hands, shook his head, and hurried passed me and into the train car. I followed behind to see Isaac tackle Boyd into one of the seats and Derek knock out Erica. Isaac looked up at his alpha and nodded. Derek returned the sentiment and turned to me. I gave him a thumbs up and leaned against the doorway of the train car.

With Erica unconscious and Boyd subdued, Derek and I chained them back up. Isaac sat back in his seat and waited patiently. I sat down next to him and he tried to smile while still fully shifted, but I could tell his thoughts were elsewhere. Derek began chaining him back to the bench.

"I think you'll be okay now," Derek said. Isaac didn't reply. "Looks like you found an anchor."

Isaac answered Derek's silent question. "My father."

"Your father locked you in a freezer in the basement to punish you."

The corners of the young beta's mouth quirked up and a small tear ran down his cheek. "He didn't use to." Derek glanced at me and tugged on the chain as Isaac dropped his chained hand to his lap. Then Derek left the car, ready for a break.

I leaned on my side, still sitting next to Isaac who stared straight ahead. "You alright?" I asked quietly.

"I-I think so."

"It's okay if you aren't."

He turned his head to look at me. It still seemed strange to see the golden werewolf eyes on him. "I know. I think I'm okay. I still feel it, but. . . but I think I've got it. I kinda just feel like sleeping." Nodding, I reach out with my hand and run my fingers through the hair on the back of his head. He leaned into my touch and relaxed, slouching on the bench. "I didn't scratch you or anything, did I?"

I giggled lightly. Same old Isaac, always worried about others. "You didn't, don't worry. Get some rest."

Taking my hand away, I began to stand, but Isaac reached up and grabbed my wrist, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. "Will you be here later?"

I smiled and nodded. "Of course." He let go of me and I leaned down, placed my hands at the base of his neck, and kissed him on the forehead. "Get some rest." I stood up straight and he curled up as best he could on the bench. Then I left the train car.

Joining Derek a short distance away from the train car, he patted me on the shoulder. "How's he doing?" he asked.

"He'll be alright."

"He's lucky to have you. Not many bitten wolves can say they have the undying support of their friends."

I looked up at the stoic alpha. "Thanks, Derek." He wasn't all that bad. He did care about us. My fox could tell. Derek only had some interesting ways of going about things, but we're all a product of how we were raised and what we've gone through. The sound of footsteps behind us drew our attention, so we turned around, only to see Lydia all dressed up and spaced out. "What are you-" I didn't get the chance to finish my question when she raised her hand and blew a bright purple powder in our faces. I felt my back hit the hard floor as I passed out.

When I awoke, my head throbbed like I had a massive hangover which was physically impossible for a kitsune. Struggling to my feet, I glanced around to see Derek missing. I wiped my face, trying to get rid of any traces of the wolfsbane powder on me. My legs were heavy as I shuffled over to the train car. All three beta wolves were still there and completely out. Usually, wolfsbane meant hunters, but hunters wouldn't leave three defenseless betas alone.

Something bad was happening. Pulling out my phone as I ran as best I could, I left the building. The dial tone rang as I waited for Dr. Deaton to answer his phone.

"This is Dr. Deaton," the veterinarian answered.

I tore open my car door. "Hi, doctor, sorry to bother you. This is Sara. Something happened to Derek."

I heard him set something down in the background. "What do you mean, something happened?" he asked.

I sat down in my car and started it up. "For some reason, Lydia showed up and knocked Derek and me out with wolfsbane powder and now he's gone. She must've taken him. He wouldn't have just left me with three new werewolves. But they should be good for the rest of the night."

"I have a feeling I might know what's happened."

"Do you want to enlighten me?" I asked.

"Let me handle it for now. Find Scott. We might need him." The call then disconnected.

I groaned. "Well, goodbye to you, too, doctor." I then went to Scott's contact in my phone and pressed it. "Come on, come on, come on."

He answered after a few rings. "Hey, Sara, this isn't really a good time," he greeted, his voice tense.

"Scott, something's happened to Derek. Where are you?" I asked, not in the mood for any of his shit.

He paused before he answered my question. "I'm at the Sheriff's Station with Stiles."

"Okay, I'm on my way." I hung up and tossed my phone onto the seat. Fuck me. I slammed my hands on the steering wheel. Tonight cannot get any worse. I pulled out onto the road and began driving.

Sometime later, I pulled into the parking lot of the station right after another car and hopped out as fast as I could but paused at the sight of the other person who had arrived. I pointed at her and my face twisted up in confusion. "Mrs. McCall?"

Scott's mom still wore her scrubs. She smiled awkwardly. "It's just 'Ms.' actually," she corrected. "The whole marriage thing didn't actually work out." She shook her head. "Sorry, that isn't exactly important right now. Are you one of Scott's friends?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah," I replied quickly, putting my keys in my empty jacket pocket. "It's kind of a new thing. I'm actually here to meet him. You, too?"

She nodded. "Yep."

Fuck. "Great." What the hell is your mom doing here, Scott?

"You can call me Melissa. It's nice to meet you." She held out her hand as we walked towards the front door of the station.

Wish I could say the same at this given moment. I shook her hand politely. "Sara."

"Oh, Sara, Sara Todd?"

I leaned my head to the side. "Um, yes, actually. He's mentioned me?"

"A few times, yeah." I didn't know whether to be weirded out or flattered that Scott had told his mother about me. I also really wanted to know what he had told her and why he was talking about me.

I held the door open for her and we walked inside. "Mom," I heard Scott say. I looked towards the hall and saw Matt Daehler pointing a gun at his head, the door closing behind me.

Fuck me. In the ass. This night totally got way worse. Why is Matt pointing a gun at Scott's head? Fuck no, don't tell me he's the one controlling the damn kanima. Of course, it's the creepy guy always taking pictures. It all comes back to him.

"Oh, you scared me. Where is everyone?" Melissa's voice trailed off as she saw exactly what had made my skin crawl.

"Mom, Sara, just do what he says," Scott told us. "He promised he wouldn't hurt you."

"He's right," Matt said. Scott turned around. Matt lowered the gun and shot Scott in the abdomen. Melissa screamed and took a step back, directly into me. I felt a growl in the back of my throat but placed my hands on Melissa's arm, making sure she didn't rush towards the obvious psycho as Scott fell to the ground. I heard a man yelling from deeper inside the station who sounded like Mr. Stilinski. Matt looked down at Scott. "But I didn't say I wouldn't hurt you." Melissa tried to move forwards, but I grabbed her again as Matt raised the gun at her. "Get back!"

"Mom, Mom, stop!" Scott pleaded.

"Melissa, don't," I added, my grip tightening on her arm. I knew Scott would be fine once he started healing. His mom would only make it worse. "Come on." I made her take a few steps back, away from the barrel of the gun in Matt's hand. I tried to move in front of her to make Matt point the gun at me, but Melissa stopped me, keeping me behind her. Oh, you poor, innocent human.

Mr. Stilinski started calling out for Matt which only made Matt's mental state worse. "Shut up! Everyone shut the hell up!" he ordered. "Now get up, or I shoot her next." Scott struggled to stand, holding onto his bullet wound. "Go." Matt gestured down the hall and we followed Scott to the holding cells where Isaac had been held a month ago.

Stiles' dad sat on a bench handcuffed to the wall and Scott leaned next to him, keeping his breathing steady. Matt forced Melissa and I into one of the holding cells. "Please, he needs to see a doctor," Melissa pleaded.

"You think so?" Matt asked quietly and unsympathetically. It made me realize that Matt most likely knew about Scott's supernatural healing ability.

Stilinski stood from his spot. "Hey, hey, you listen to me," he demanded angrily, pointing at the teenager.

"It's alright!" Scott exclaimed, getting everyone's attention and trying to diffuse the situation as best he could while still bleeding. "I'm okay."

Melissa shook her head crying. "No, honey, you're not okay."

"It doesn't hurt, Mom," Scott promised.

"Because that's the adrenaline, okay?" She looked at Matt. "Please, let me-let me just take a look at him. I mean, I can help stop the bleeding."

Matt turned harshly to the younger McCall. "They have no idea, do they?" he asked the werewolf. Melissa continued pleading which made Matt angrier. "Shut up, shut up, shut up. Lady, if you keep talking, I'm going to put the next bullet through his head." I stepped forward and put a hand on Melissa's shoulder and she conceded, albeit reluctantly. Even I knew he wouldn't survive that. "Back to the front, McCall. After you."

Scott took a long look at us, nodded, and obeyed the nutjob. They left me in the room with two clueless parents. My jaw clenched and I cursed every possible god above as I slammed my hands against the bars. The impact vibrated the metal. Neither parent really knew what to do. This is officially the worst day ever.

Stilinski sighed, and I felt Melissa's hand on my upper back, caring like a mother should be. "Sorry you had to get dragged into this, kid," the sheriff said.

I scoffed and looked up at him. "Wish I could say I've had worse days, but thanks, Mr. Stilinski."

He laughed but it lacked heart. "Considering we're hostages together, you can call me Noah. How you doing, Melissa?"

"I'm trying not to freak out," she answered honestly. "But other than that, I'm just peachy."

I raised my hand lazily as I leaned on the bars of the cell, just to clarify something and be certain. "Um, quick question, Noah, since we're besties now, is Matt, perchance, the one who killed all those people, such as Isaac's father?" Stilinski nodded. "Oh, that's great. Isaac will be so glad that's been figured out. Can't say he'll be happy to find I'm now the one locked up."

Locked up. I perked up, standing straight as my own words echoed through my head. Matt, like a dumbass, hadn't searched us. Sadly, I hadn't grabbed my phone from my car, but I did have one thing: my chain dart. I wouldn't really know who to call anyway. The police? Derek? Reaching into my jacket pocket, I pulled out the kunai and detached it from the chain, both parents looking at me strangely as I held up the triangular knife with an incredibly pointed and sharp tip. I couldn't use my powers in front of them unless there were extenuating circumstances, but I could try to pick the lock. Or damage it. And I doubted I could break through the bars anyway. Kitsune don't have werewolf-level strength even if I did let my fox-spirit loose to wreak havoc.

"Of course, my son has a friend with a large knife randomly in her pocket," I heard Stilinski mutter to himself. "Why am I not surprised?"

"I can hear you, sir," I pointed out. I reached through the bars with the kunai and jammed the tip of it into the keyhole of the prison door.

He then spoke louder. "I hate to break it to you, but that's probably not going to work."

I dropped my arms and looked at the sheriff. "Do you have any better ideas?"

Stilinski slumped against the wall. "No, no, I don't."

The power then went out. I heard Stilinski curse. Then I heard gunfire. A lot of gunfire. Hunters. I put the kunai back in my pocket. It wouldn't come in handy while in here. The best chance I had would be to act like an innocent human. With the emergency lights up and running, Melissa and I watched as Stilinski began struggling to pull the hook he was handcuffed to off the wall.

I sat down on the bed as Melissa urged him on. There wasn't anything a human cop could do against trained hunters and a freaking kanima, so I didn't say anything the whole time. Finally, it came off the wall and Stilinski looked at us proudly, but mine and Melissa's attention was drawn to Matt who returned and clocked Stilinski with the gun. I threw my head back and looked at the ceiling. Can anything go right for us? Just one thing.

Matt walked over to the bars, looking down at the unconscious sheriff. "Matt, Matt, please, listen to me," Melissa tried to plead. Matt turned to her, not pleased. "My son has been shot, and I've heard other gunfire, and I don't know what's happening, but can you please just let me see my son?"

"How totally clueless are you people?" Matt asked.

"Not as clueless as you think," I replied snarkily. My skin crawled at his glare. I wanted to rip his face off.

I heard a growl from the doorway on the other side of the room and stood to see. Glowing red eyes looked on from the darkness. I let out a sigh in relief. Derek's alive. One less thing to worry about. He stepped forward, fully shifted. Looks like we're not keeping the supernatural a secret anymore. The kanima showing up in the main entrance to the holding area just added to the fun. Fantastic.

Derek attacked the kanima, throwing it onto the desk. Matt quickly left and Melissa watched, totally freaked out. As Derek fought the homicidal lizard, I turned to Scott's mom. "Melissa, look at me," I said. "There's a lot you don't understand, but I'm going to need you to step back."

She paused, glanced at the wolfed-out Derek, and nodded quickly, stepping back and away from the bars but still watching the showdown unfold. I placed my hands on the bars and felt my eyes turn orange as I tried to melt the bars while pulling on them with all my strength. It started to work until my concentration broke as the kanima jumped in front of me and hissed, wrapping its claws around the bars I hadn't begun melting and bending.

It screeched in pain and was pulled away, revealing Scott. Derek ran after the kanima as it left the room.

"Scott," I heard Melissa say from behind me. I moved out of her way so she could rush forward. "Scott, are you okay? Scott?" Scott turned, letting her seen him fully shifted, sideburns and everything. He stood up and Melissa practically stopped breathing. She backed away from the bars in tears and brought her hands to her face.

Scott moved forward and broke open the door. "Get Stiles out of here. He's still paralyzed," Scott told me then he hurried out of the room.

I glanced back at Melissa. "I'm sorry," I said quietly before leaving. I stopped in the hallway just outside the holding area and saw Stiles laying on the floor trying to crawl. I knelt down and pulled him up, letting him lean heavily on me. "Come on, buddy, let's go."

Instead of pulling him out of the station, I brought him back to the holding area and set him on the bench then moved to check on his dad. I rolled Mr. Stilinski onto his back and he groaned. At least he's alive. I picked him up and set him on the bench next to his son, still mostly unconscious.

Scott then came running back in and immediately looked to his mom who hadn't left the open cell.

Oh, it's gonna be a long night for everyone.