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RAEGAN MCCALL

After the line had gone dead, there has been a lot of panic.

"I'm going after him!" I yelled.

"Rae, you can't. They're like rabid dogs on steroids; they'll kill you in an instant. I'll go," Isaac said, calmly.

"He's my brother! You can't expect me to just sit here on my ass while he could be dying!" I shouted at him.

"I'm on Rae's side," Sammy shouted. "I'm coming, too!"

"Yeah, me too," Stiles announced.

"No, Stiles, you stay here with Addie," Sammy said. "She shouldn't be left alone with Peter."

"But-"

Peter cut off Stiles' protest, "Hey, I'll have you know-"

"EVERYONE, SHUT UP," I screamed. "Stiles and Addie will stay here. Isaac, Sammy, and I are going to go. Peter… you do whatever. No one cares. LET'S GO!"

|| Teen Wolf ||

We had climbed out of the car and were about to go inside the bank when Isaac stopped.

"No," he said. "I don't hear any heartbeats. But…" He sniffed the air. "I can smell them. They went that way," he said, pointing to the left.

Oh, thank god. At least they weren't trapped in the vault with Boyd and the other girl.

We got back in the car and I drove the random directions he pointed me in. Man, it's great to have a werewolf on your side when you're looking for someone.

"Stop," Isaac said and I stopped the car as it approached the 'Beacon Hills' Reserve' sign. "We need to walk from here. Please, stay by my side and-" I was about to get out of the car but Isaac grabbed my shoulder and swiveled me around to face him, "-I'm talking to you, Rae. No running off."

"Okay, okay. I heard you. Now let's go." As soon as Isaac lifted his hand from my shoulder I sprang out of the car and into the woods. Isaac and Sammy ran to catch up with me.

"You lost them?" I heard Derek's muffled voice.

"Yeah, I kind of had to," when I heard Scott's voice, clear as day, I ran from behind the trees and spotted Scott. He was talking to Derek on the phone as two little kids hid behind him.

"Wasn't exactly the plan," Derek said.

"I know, which is why I think that we should stick together. Trust me, he's too strong, too fast, and way too angry for one person to handle. We've got to do this together," Scott told him.

"Look, I'm at the trails by the entrance to the preserve. Can you meet me here?"

"Yeah. Just got to drop something off first," Scott hung up and he looked down at the kids. When Scott heard me walk closer, he jumped and his eyes widened. He looked behind me and said, "Isaac, why'd you bring Rae and Sammy?! It's too dangerous."

Isaac let out a sarcastic laugh. "Have you met them?!"

Scott just rolled his eyes and I pointed to the kids and asked, "Who are they?"

"They were catching fireflies in the woods. Boyd almost… got to them. Did you bring a car?"

I nodded.

"Let's drop them off and go meet Derek."

|| Teen Wolf ||

"Is it them?" Scott asked Derek, looking at the tracks in the mud.

"We're not the only ones that decided to stick together," Derek replied.

"Is that gonna make it easier or harder to catch them?" Sammy asked.

"I don't know," Derek answered honestly.

"Derek…" Scott started. "I saw Boyd try to rip two little kids apart. Are they gonna do that to everyone they find?"

"Everyone and anyone."

Derek, Scott, and Isaac suddenly turned to look in the same direction, their werewolf eyes on. They were hearing something. The three of them began running and Sammy and I tried to catch up.

When we finally did, we saw Derek and Isaac chase the werewolf girl into the woods.

"Are you okay?" Scott had his hands up in a calming gesture and was slowly approaching the human girl I had not noticed earlier.

"What?" Her eyes were wide, seeing how she was clearly in shock. Probably from glimpsing the monstrosities that I call my friends.

"Are you alright?" Scott repeated. "You need to get out of here, okay? Get out of the woods. Get out of here as fast as you can."

Scott ran after the others and we ran after him.

ADELINE LAHEY

"Lydia? Lydia? Lydia, are you okay?" Stiles had received a call from Lydia several minutes ago, and she had seemed really shaken up. As soon as Lydia told Stiles that she was at the public pool, Stiles quickly rushed me to his jeep and off we went.

"I'm okay," Lydia said through shuddery breaths, "That, over there...Not okay."

I looked around her and my eyes widened at what I saw. On the lifeguard chair was a bloody, dead body.

"Yeah, all right. I'm gonna call my dad," Stiles said.

"I already called 911," Lydia told him.

"You called the police before you called me?" Stiles demanded.

"I'm supposed to call you first when I find a dead body?" Lydia retorted.

"YES!"

|| Teen Wolf ||

"Are you sure?" Scott asked through Stiles's phone.

"Yes, I'm sure. You want Addie to give you a second confirmation?" I know Stiles had said that last part with sarcasm, but I pretended that I didn't notice that and bounded towards the body.

"What? Stiles, no! Do NOT let Addie near the body-"

"Too late," I said, cheerfully cutting off Isaac's order, "Throats ripped out and there's blood everywhere!"

"Stiles!"

"What was I supposed to do?" Stiles protested, "I'm on the phone with you. Restraining a girl requires two hands, and holding my phone already takes up one."

Now, Derek's voice could be heard from Stiles's phone. "Stiles, get Addie away from the body."

"Hi, Derek!" I shouted.

"Hi, Addie. Now get away from the body."

"Party pooper," I grumbled, moving away from the lifeguard chair.

"I heard that."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I quipped.

"Okay, but Scott, it's like the frickin' Shining over here," Stiles said, "Two little twin girls come out of the woods, start asking me to play with them forever and ever, I'm not gonna be surprised."

"Can you get a little closer to make sure it was them?" Scott requested.

"Make sure it was them?" Stiles repeated in disbelief, "Scott, who else is going around ripping throats out?"

"Just do it, Stiles," Rae snapped.

"And DON'T let Addie near the body again," Sammy added sternly.

Stiles exchanged looks with me and we both rolled our eyes. "Alright, alright, fine," Stiles sighed, "I'll call you guys later. Bye."

Once Stiles ended the call, he glanced at Lydia before looking at me again. "You want to check the body again?"

"Yes!"

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"This doesn't make any sense," Derek said after Scott had ended the call. "The public pool is all the way on the other side of the woods. We haven't tracked them anywhere near there."

"Derek, they killed someone," Scott said.

"How are they moving so fast?"

"Derek," Scott repeated.

"But they can't be that fast on foot!"

"They killed someone. Some totally innocent kid is dead... And it's our fault."

"It's my fault."

"We need help," Scott said.

"We have Isaac now," Derek replied.

"I mean real help."

Isaac pouted and Rae patted his back, grinning.

I smiled at them. Things were going just as I had predicted. Maybe they needed another push…

"Scott, we need a plan! We all kind of have to help because I'm not willing to stay here and watch Rae and Isaac flirt with each other."

Rae and Isaac both blushed and kind of stepped away from each other.

"Oh my god, Sammy!" Rae groaned. "We're just friends!"

Yep… she can keep telling herself that.

I put my hands up in defense, "Fine, I'm sorry! But we have a problem on our hands here. They're too fast for us, for all of us. They're too strong, too rabid."

"We'll catch 'em." Derek said.

"What happens if we do? We're just gonna hold them down until the sun comes up?" Isaac asked.

"Maybe it would be easier just to kill 'em," Derek said sadly.

"Killing them is not the right thing to do!" Scott and I said together.

"What if it's the only thing to do?" Rae asked. "It would save many more lives."

"Yeah, if we can't even catch them, what else do we do?" Isaac asked.

"Find someone who knows what they're doing," I said.

"Who?" Derek asked, confused.

"Someone who knows how to hunt." Scott said, smiling at me.

RAEGAN MCCALL

Since Scott and Sammy were the best at talking, we nominated them to convince Argent to help us.

The two of them were currently outside, probably coming up with a plan, as Derek, Isaac, and I waited in the car.

"Do you think this is gonna work?" Isaac asked.

"It has to," I said. "Plus this is Scott and Sammy we're talking about. They're annoying. They'll annoy him into agreeing."

"I agree with that statement," Derek said.

"See!" I pointed at Derek, looking at Isaac.

Isaac rolled his eyes. "That's just Derek. He thinks everyone's annoying. He probably thinks you're annoying. He probably thinks I'm annoying."

I turned to look at Derek. "You don't think I'm annoying, do you? I know you used to, but that was so long ago. I've grown on you since then, haven't I?"

Derek didn't say anything.

"That hurts, Derek. That really hurts," I whined, slouching back in my seat.

"You don't still have a thing for him, do you?" Isaac whispered in my ear, knowing damn-well Derek could hear.

"No!" I hissed, glaring at him. "You don't still have a thing for Sammy, do ya? What're you trying to do here, pal?" I asked, shoving a finger at his chest.

He just grinned at me.

Trying to change the subject, I turned to Derek and said, "So your sister…"

"Cora," Derek nodded.

"Right," I said. "What's she like… you know, when's she's not trying to murder people?"

Derek looked as if his mind was flashing back. "She was so small the last time I saw her. Very competitive. And fiesty! She was always trying to prove that she was just as tough as us older siblings."

"How could she still be alive?" I asked. "Or the real question is: why didn't she try to contact you?"

"I don't know," Derek said. "But I intend to find out.

I saw Derek straighten and start the car and I turned to see that Scott and Sammy had finished talking to Argent. They glanced at us, then they got into Argent's car and Derek moved to follow.

What the hell were they doing?

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"Okay," I whispered to Scott. "What's our plan?"

"Uh… I was kind of hoping you had one," Scott said.

I rolled my eyes at him, "Okay, so Allie's dad isn't going to be willing to help us because well the supernatural stuff basically destroyed his entire family. We're going to need to show him that Boyd and Cora are dangerous and they may cause more havoc. We can show him the crime scene!"

"Sammy, you're a genius. Seriously." Scott smiled.

"Technically speaking, I'm not a genius," I said. "I'm actually highly logical and my knowledge in world literature and psychology allows me to come up with detail-oriented plans!"

"You're still a genius in my book." He smiled.

"Okay he's here!" I said, getting up. "Also, just let me talk at first. He likes me more than you."

Scott gave me an offended look.

"In his defense, you did kind of date his daughter even though he told you guys not to."

"Fair enough."

"Hey, Mr. Argent!" I smiled.

He turned around a pointed a gun at me and put it down once he realized it was me.

"Sorry, Samantha. It's just a natural instinct," he sighed.

"Don't worry!" I said. "You're fine. So… um… Scott and I kind of need your help."

Chris glared at Scott.

Man, that man sure knows how to hold a grudge.

"Um… Boyd and Cora are just running around all over town and they haven't felt the full moon in months. We need help catching them," I said, trying my best not to show that I was scared.

"Wait. Are we talking about the same Cora that is related to Derek?" Chris asked.

"Yeah, we are," Scott said.

"First of all, why would I care about anyone related to Derek? And second, I don't know this kid Boyd. I don't even know his last name," Chris stated.

"Boyd is his last name," Scott said.

"What's his first name?"

"Vernon. Like Vernon Dudley from Harry Potter," I said.

"Guys, I watched my father brainwash my daughter… Almost turn her into a killer. That work decimated mine. My wife, sister, father, my entire family. Why would I ever step foot in it again?"

"Because people are going to die. And because you know how to catch Boyd and Cora without killing them," Scott told him.

"I'm sorry. I can't help you," Chris sighed.

Okay, I guess it's time for the second part of the plan.

"Um… do you think you could do us, like, one little, tiny favor?" I asked.

|| Teen Wolf ||

"Left or straight?" Chris asked.

"Left. Sorry. It's right around the corner," I said.

We arrived at the crime scene. There was a girl on a stretcher and my dad was talking to the girl's parents.

"They did this?" Chris asked. "Boyd and…"

"Cora," Scott finished for him.

After a beat, Chris said, "Where's the last place you saw them?"

RAEGAN MCCALL

"You're tracking them by print?" Chris asked, looking down at the footprints in the mud.

"Trying to," Scott said.

"Well, then, you've been wasting your time. There's only one creature on earth that can visually track footprints, and that's man. And if you're not trained like me, you have no idea this print is Boyd's and these…"

"Are Cora's," Isaac finished, leaning against a tree.

"Nope," Chris looked at him. "They're yours."

Isaac looked around himself abashedly.

"You trampled Cora's as soon as you walked over here," Chris said. "Listen, I know the three of you are focusing half of your energy on resisting your own urges under the full moon, but that puts you at a severe disadvantage to Boyd and Cora, who have fully given in. They put the pedal to the floor where you three are barely hitting the speed limit."

"So what do we do?" Derek asked.

"Focus on your sense of smell. Actual wolves are known to track their prey by up to a hundred 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 by a distance of two miles, which means we can draw them to us... Or into a trap." Chris threw a net into Sammy's arms. "Full moon does give us one advantage. They'll have a higher heat signature, which makes them easier to spot with infrared." Chris began passing out goggles to everyone.

"Thanks, but I've got my own," Derek said, flashing his bright red eyes.

Show-off.

"Just remember, we're not hunting wild animals," Chris said. "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, how to survive. Derek, when's the last time you saw your sister?"

"Nine years," Derek answered. "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 not to think about all the things I can smell," Scott replied.

"Alright," Chris said, "The problem is when they 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 asked.

"No. But there is an important difference to recognize," Chris said. "Wolves hunt for food. At a certain point, they get full. But Boyd and Cora are hunting for the pleasure of the kill, for some primal apex predatory satisfaction that comes from the ripping of warm bodies to bloody shreds. And who knows when that need gets satiated?"

"We can't kill them," Scott announced.

"What if we can't catch 'em?" I asked.

"Then maybe we just need to contain them," Chris answered. "There's no one in the school at night, is there?"

"You want to trap them inside?" Derek frowned.

"If there's somewhere with a strong enough door, no windows or access to the outside."

"What about the boiler room?" Sammy suggested.

"Yeah," I agreed. "It's just one big steel door."

"You're sure the school's empty?" Chris asked.

"It has to be," Scott said, turning to look at the bright lights of Beacon Hills from the edge of the cliff. "There can't be anyone there this late, right?"