Stefan jumped down from the branch he was in, internally cursing himself for not being more cautious. He landed silently feet away from a smirking Katherine and a scowling Damon. It was weird being near Katherine again; especially since he was with Elena now. The similarities were eerie. If she didn't have such a hardened look on her face and an absent heartbeat, Stefan would have a hard time telling them apart.

Katherine noticed him eyeing her and stepped forward. "My, my, Stefan. You're going to make me blush with all the staring," she said in a fake polite drawl.

"Believe me, I wasn't admiring you. Just observing," Stefan told her, still taking her in.

"Hmm. You boys. You always were able to keep me on my toes and make me feel so special with your furtive glances….I've missed having you both around," she said moving in so she was face to face with Stefan.

"If you missed it so much, why didn't you come and find us sooner rather than later, Katherine?" Stefan asked, walking away so that he was side by side with Damon.

"Oohh. And miss the fury that's pulsing through your bodies? I find it highly sexy," she said smirking at them. "But no. I can't tell you why I waited so long. You boys were a passing fancy at the time I suppose…besides, who wants to hang around newborn vampires? They are too testy and sometimes, they can get you killed…you almost got me killed when you weren't even vampires, come to think of it," she said, glaring at them.

The boys stood there in silence taking in Katherine's quick brush off of what they had. Stefan didn't feel the need to clear his name, but he thought that she should at least know what happened. "I didn't think it was going to go down like that, Katherine. I guess that's what happens when the person you trust the most lets you down."

"Besides," Damon said, snapping out of his reverie, "You escaped just fine…so nice of you to just let us rot for trying to save you. "

"I had nothing to worry about with you boys," she said, circling them." You each had my blood in me. I left it to you to decide what to do next. I did check on you a few times, though, to make sure you weren't complete menaces…"

"What?" Damon said, caught off guard.

"You really think I just up and left for so long without so much as a glimpse back. I'm hurt," she said, putting a hand to her chest.

"Well it's all about you, isn't it, Katherine?" Stefan said, narrowing his eyes.

"And why shouldn't it be?" she snarled, angry that the reunion wasn't anywhere near pleasant. "I created you. You would have been stuck rotting in a small town, ruled by a controlling father. And, you probably would have died at the ripe old age of 65. I saved your lives…"

"It wasn't yours to save," Stefan spoke out since Damon was still silent.

Katherine was about to speak again when Damon stepped forward. "When did you see us, Katherine?"

This made Stefan glance long and hard at his brother. He wasn't nearly as angry as he should be. It was as if he was trying to find something redeeming in Katherine; something worth it to forgive her for abandoning them.

She smiled and ran a hand down Damon's cheek. He stared back stonily, waiting for her reply.

"Well, before you boys even made the change, I was able to talk to Emily and let her know about what had happened. And then, I waited quietly out of the way to see what would happen. I followed you first, Stefan, to your father's house where you had a, hmmm…" she said, smiling, "heart to heart…."

Stefan snarled at the comment.

"I knew you had finally transitioned, so I left you to find Damon," she continued, ignoring Stefan's anger. "And you were sweet, just watching nature and thinking you had lost me. Made me want to jump down and kiss you myself…."

"Alright. So you saw us both change and then, what? Bolted?" Damon said, angered that she was so close the last moments of his humanity and stayed hidden.

"I gave Emily instructions, and then, yes. I left….I'm just sad she never go to carry them out, what with the witch hunt and all," she said, looking genuinely sad at the fact. Her face reminded Stefan of Elena's and that only disturbed him some more.

"Why would Emily tell Damon that you were in the tomb when she knew the whole time that you had gotten out?" Stefan asked.

"Because I told her to. Like I said, I needed some time away. Besides, I'm sure what with you promising the safety of her family, she had a bit to gain, didn't she?"

"And the other times you checked in?" Damon continued, brushing aside the anger he felt for the witch's deception.

"It was random sightings here and there. Nothing worth going over. I was out of sight observing. But I must say, the last time I checked in, it was to witness a heroic Stefan saving my meal…" she said, grinning the biggest smile she'd ever mustered.

"What are you talking about?" Stefan asked slowly, putting the pieces together and growing angrier.

"Well you see, the last time I was here was actually maybe around a year or so ago. I had already visited you Damon. You were in some city, feeding and boozing as usual, it seemed. Still feisty as I remembered," she said smiling at the angered Damon. "And I actually wasn't quite sure where Stefan was, so I took a hunch and ventured that maybe he headed back to Mystic Falls. Stefan was always a bit sentimental," she said, wistfully.

"So you found me," he said, breathing hard.

"Well, you kind of found me, I guess," she said glancing naughtily at Stefan. "I had just gotten into town and I was starving. I could sense you were out hunting in the woods for god knows whatever repulsive mammal. I on the other hand, could smell fresh blood coming my way. Three fresh bodies for the taking…"

Damon looked at Stefan confused as to why he was angrier than he should be. He didn't understand where Katherine was heading.

"But you see, they were in a car, and I couldn't just jump out in front of it like some animal, so I threw one that I caught in front of it instead. And man, did that car swerve and flip right into the water! I didn't mean to be so messy!" she said, shaking her head.

"You were on Wickery Bridge?" Stefan asked, shaking.

"What is it Stefan?" Damon asked.

"Well," she said, turning to Damon, "I guess you could say I ran into some Gilberts in town…literally," she said, laughing at her own joke.

Damon narrowed his eyes and felt everything fall into place. Elena's car crash. She almost died because of Katherine.

She was still laughing when she noticed two snarling Salvatore brothers, crouching to attack.

"Boys," she said, exasperated, crouching down in her own position, ready to attack.


Tyler opened his eyes, disoriented with the blinding white light coming from overhead. His body burned, but he didn't know why. He tried to sit up, but a hand held him down.

"Mr. Lockwood? My name's Dr. Matthews. You're in the hospital. Do you understand what I'm saying?" the voice said.

Tyler focused on the face and looked around. Sure enough, he saw the obvious hospital setting and nodded his head. "What happened?" he said, groggily.

"You were attacked by some animal, it appears. You to get some sutures and stitches in your chest and abdomen, but it was superficial. No internal damage. You're going to be alright," the doctor told him.

Tyler closed his eyes. He didn't remember being attacked by an animal. He tried hard to think back of the night's events. He remembered yelling at his mom in the kitchen….staring through the bushes at the house, trying to phase….following a scent in the woods…a bridge. But it was all brief flashes. He couldn't put enough together to figure out what happened.

"My mom," he said, trying to sit up, "I have to talk to my mom."

The doctor looked at him questioningly, wondering if he should tell Tyler what had happened.

"Right now, you need to rest up and heal. I know the police want an official statement on what happened. But until then, rest," the doctor said, giving him one final nod and leaving the room.

"Shit," he thought to himself. He didn't know what to tell the police when he didn't even know himself. Where did they even find him.

"Wait. Doc. Where exactly was I found anyway?" he said, trying to act dazed and unsuspicious.

"I believe they said some fisherman found you out by the bridge," he said, shutting the door behind him.

"When the hell did I go out that way?" he thought. He was still thinking when there was a knock at the door.

He closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. "Oh. He's sleeping," he heard Matt's voice say from the door.

"No man, I'm up," Tyler said. He thought it was the cops and wasn't quite ready for them yet.

"Hey. I'm not going to ask how you're feeling because you probably feel like shit, but do you need me to get anything for you?" Matt asked, getting closer to the bed.

"My freakin brain would be good. I can't remember shit, man," he confided to Matt.

"Were you on something? Matt asked, frowning.

"I…maybe.." he said, not wanting to go into more details.

"I understand if you were, but you need to quit that stuff. It's not going to do you any good," Matt told him, sitting down on the chair.

"I wish I could," he told him, honestly.

"I can try and help you if you want. If you'll let me," Matt said.

"Thanks..but…" Tyler sighed. There was not way he was going to let Matt in on something as messed up as to what was going on now. Not when Tyler didn't even know himself.

"Hey listen. Can I borrow your phone? I need to talk to my mom. We ended on an angry note and I just want to clear the air," Tyler told him, scooching up into a sitting position.

"They didn't…"Matt began looking uncomfortable. "I don't know if I should be the one to tell you, but…"

"Tell me what?" Tyler interrupted.

"Your mom…she….There was some giant wolf on the loose, probably the same that attacked you. And, well she was at your house alone and she was attacked, and…..she didn't make it…I'm so sorry Tyler," Matt said sadly.

Tyler began shaking and his head was reeling. "My mom's dead? She was attacked by a wolf? She…" he trailed off, getting more panicked and guilt ridden and angry by the second. His heart monitor started beeping at the increase in his heart rhythm.

"Hey, Tyler. Breathe. There was nothing you could have done. It was a freak incident," Matt said, trying to calm him down.

But Tyler was trying to force images back in his head again and was getting more frustrated that he was drawing blanks. "I killed my mom," he thought to himself as he let out a snarl.

"Tyler?" Matt questioned, backing away at the sound that came from his mouth.

At that moment, nursed rushed in, taking in his wounds and looking over the heart monitor. They injected something into his IV and soon Tyler was out.

"What the hell was that?" Matt thought as the nursed scooted him out of the room.


Alaric waited outside the door to his room, debating whether he should knock or just go in. They had been in there talking for a while and now it was silent. Worried that for some reason or another they had tried to slip out and do something stupid, he opened the door a crack and peered in.

He let out a small sigh of relief as he saw them both passed out sitting up on the bed. He shut off the light and quietly closed the door. "They'd kill me if anything would have happened," he thought to himself. "Or at least try to, and that part hurts like a mother…"

In the living room, the lights still flared as he hadn't been able to sleep yet. The news report about the wolf attack left him curious about werewolves. He had resorted to getting out his laptop and researching the lore on werewolves, but Google wasn't providing anything useful. He didn't really expect it to give some good answers, but it was something to go on for the moment.

The same things that popped up about them were their obvious repulsion to silver and the fact that bites could transform a normal person into one. Those were the common ones. Some of the more creative ones that came up when he typed in werewolf were that they howled at the moon, something about Team Jacob, and some board game aptly named 'Werewolf'.

Satisfied that Elena and Jeremy weren't going anywhere, he sat back down on the computer to try and search out more scholarly sources. His main concentration before had been vampires because of what happened with Isobel. He decided to try out some of his previously reliable sources to see what he could come up with on the werewolf front.

"If only Isobel wasn't a dead, cold bitch now, it'd be great to get her help on this one," he thought to himself as he began a long string of search terms to find the information he was looking for.


Matt walked back to Caroline, who was leaning against the counter with her arms crossed. She gave him a questioning look as he got closer.

"How'd it go? Is he all messed up? Will he need like major surgery or anything?" Caroline asked. "And why are you making that 'what the F face?"

Matt almost smiled at her last question, but was still stuck on what he had heard in Tyler's room. "Sorry. I just thought I heard something….weird," he said, not wanting to make Caroline think he was crazy. Saying, "Tyler growled at me like an animal," would probably make her a little worried.

"He's probably going to go home soon. He got stitched up, but nothing too serious, I think. I don't know if they want to keep him overnight or anything, though, just in case," he ended.

"Good," Caroline said. "Hey. Not to sound totally uncaring and selfish, but could you take me home? It's been a really long night and I'm so ready to get out of this hospital," she said, leaning into his chest. "And I don't know where my mom disappeared to. She's going to be super busy with all this stuff tonight."

"It's not selfish. You've been through a lot tonight. You deserve to rest," Matt told her, leading her toward the door. "Besides, Tyler's out for the night anyway and since I'm not family, visiting hours are over," Matt said, grabbing her hand.

"Thanks," she said looking at him before she scanned the hospital one more time for signs of her mom.

They walked back to his car and drove away from the hospital. They drove in comfortable silence for a while until Caroline decided she's been silent too long.

"Hey. So what do you think will happen with Tyler now that his parents died?" she asked. "Do you think they will stick him with an aunt or uncle like they did with Elena?"

Matt shook his head. "I don't think so. I mean, Tyler's birthday is in like, 2 weeks and then he's legally an adult. So I don't know if they would still provide him with a guardian. And I don't think the Lockwood's really have any close relatives."

"Oh," Caroline replied, thinking it over. "So he's just going to be alone? That's depressing."

"I doubt it. Either Rio or Chloe may come back to town and stay with him. Who knows," Matt said, turning onto Caroline's block.

"And they are?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"His older brother and sister. They're either in college if not graduated by now. I don't really know. I didn't really hang around them much," Matt said pulling into the driveway. Sheriff Forbes car was still out for the night.

"I didn't even realize he had a brother or sister. Weird. They didn't go to our school?" she asked him.

"Some boarding school. They were pretty stuck up and prissy compared to Tyler. They thought they were better than everyone. But this is all just me remembering things when I hung around them when I was little," Matt said getting out of the car.

"I guess we'll have to see, then….So…" she said, glancing up at Matt. "My mom's still out. You want to stay over? I bet she won't even be home till morning or something."

"Caroline. I know your mom likes me, but she would definitely have a problem if a boy spent the night spooning with her daughter," he said smirking at her.

"But I could tell her that I was too scared to be left alone and that you were my personal guard. We'll even pass out on the couch. Very less, 'how dare you sleep near my daughter' pose," she said, unlocking the door.

"Fine," Matt said, making up his mind. "But if she yells, pulls out the mace, or even worse, her gun, it's all on you," he said mockingly.

"I'll take the risk then," she said smiling and walking into the house. But she only got a few steps when Matt's hand went across her chest.

"Hold on, Caroline. Something's off, "he said, flipping the switch on to light the hallway.

In random trails around the house lay shredded paper, torn couch cushions, and tossed about cabinet drawers. They stared in shock wondering who would have ransacked the house.

"Should we even go in? What if the person's still here stealing or doing whatever?" Caroline asked, her eyes darting around the room.

Not wanting to have to run into danger for a second time that night, Matt decided to back out of the house with Caroline. "Call your mom and tell her what happened," he said once they were safe in his car.

"This is the crappiest night ever," Caroline said rolling her eyes and pulling out her cell phone.


"Do you really want to fight right now?" Katherine said circling the boys as they mirrored her steps. "Really? What's done is done…And if it makes you feel any better, it's not like it was personal. I didn't even mean for the crash to be that bad. I wanted live people to bleed, remember?"

"I would beat both of you in five seconds anyways. Especially mister vegetarian," she said with a nod toward Stefan.

Stefan was still snarling, not content to quit and let her think that she got away with it, but he knew she had a point. Damon might have had some chance. But with Stefan not up to par with his skills, he would just be in the way; a distraction, even.

Damon and Stefan stopped their circling and resorted to death glares with their eyes.

"I didn't know who the people even were at the time," Katherine continued once she saw they had backed down. "I was getting ready to jump in and grab one when I felt Stefan coming... It's a creator/ created bond thing," she said at their confused faces. "I can always sense when you guys are close."

"Anyways. He came charging in so I hid high up in the trees. He was focused on the crash so he didn't notice me. I saw him go under. You were under for a while," she said with a thoughtful glance toward Stefan. "I thought for sure you were getting the driver out the way you jumped in, but you came from the back instead….with some girl," she ended with a slow snarl.

Damon looked over at Stefan with a question in his eyes: a look that said we need to talk later. Stefan looked away and back to Katherine who was still reminiscing.

"I was curious to see what you would do, Stefan. There was blood for the taking and I wondered if you would just take a bite. And then I saw her face and was no longer curious about what you would do… I must say in all my years, I was never taken by surprise so much than when I saw my face on someone else," she said shaking her head and laughing.

"You're telling me you stayed quiet and hidden while your doppelganger was lying there bleeding? Such restraint? Damon said leaning against the gravestones.

"I wasn't going to blow my cover there, look-a-like or not," she said with a mean glance toward Damon. "But I researched after that night to find out about her. I also found out that there was one good piece of news to be had from the night."

"And that was?" Stefan asked.

"I at least rid the world of one Gilbert. I'm two for two, now. It's nice to get revenge on the people who wanted you gone in the first place," she said smiling.

"What vendetta could you possibly have, Katherine? You weren't entombed for over a hundred years. You have nothing to blame the founders for. You're still such a selfish child whining over how people were mean to you for five minutes" Damon spit out.

At that comment, Katherine's eyes flared red and she was at his throat in seconds. "How dare you call me that," she screeched at him, reminded of when he called her that once before he was under compulsion.

She felt a harsh blow to the back of her head and jumped off Damon to see Stefan with a large rock in his hand.

"Easy, caveman," Damon said as Stefan backed up.

"So that's how it's going to be? You Salvatore's' defending the Gilberts? Some old town founders who never gave a crap about anyone and condemned us to die?"

They were all back in fighting stances despite Katherine's warning earlier that they were no match.

"It's more like defending the town from a self-serving psychopath," Stefan said with force.

Then Katherine started laughing. "This is so not about the town or me being crazy at all," she said, shaking her head. "It's about Elena. It's about you boys wanting to protect and….love her," she said with wide eyes. "You never learn do you?"

Damon furrowed his brow and got closer to Katherine. "Those are your words, not mine. Now are we going to talk all night and brood, because that's Stefan's category, not mine. He can brood for years at a time. I on the other hand would love to rip your throat out or at least get to some useful conversation."

Before Katherine could reply, Stefan cut in. "Do you have someone in the woods with you?" Stefan asked, turning in the direction of a sound he heard a few feet behind him.

"No," Katherine said, darting her eyes between the brothers and the woods. "Do you really think you can distract me like some stupid human because….oh I see," she said realizing there was another presence in the woods.

"Come out now and I won't snap your head off," she snarled into the trees.

"I don't' have anyone with me," she said with a final look to Stefan and Damon.

"It could be Fido looking for pupperoni," Damon said sniffing out the air.

"No…it's vampire," Stefan said leaping into the trees.


After some sounds of struggling, Stefan emerged back into the clearing with a man with a short brown hair and a large muscular build. Katherine and Stefan were both eyeing him, unfamiliar with who he was. Damon, on the other hand knew who he was and hid that knowledge from both.

"Who are you?" Katherine snarled at him while Stefan held him to keep him from escaping

He still struggled but remained silent. After a minute, though, he was able to break free of Stefan's grasp. Damon shot after him before anyone could react and quietly whispered in his ear. "Don't tell them anything."

The man looked at him suspiciously but still struggled as he was brought back to Katherine and Stefan.

In an instant, Katherine was in his face wielding a stick. She didn't hesitate to plunge it into his abdomen. Damon released him as he fell to the ground yelling out. "Son of a bitch," he murmured as he pulled the stick out of his body and threw it to the ground.

"Yes. You probably are one, but I asked your actual name, and why are you here exactly?" Katherine asked as he started to get up.

"I feel like I should know you from somewhere," Stefan said pensively, trying to remember when he saw him.

"I think you'd remember the muscles," Damon said trying to distract Stefan's train of thought. "So were you just passing through the woods? Hunting? What?" Damon said, leading him on.

"Hello?" Katherine asked impatiently as he remained silent. "Do I seriously need to stake you again, because I can aim lower," she said picking up another stick with a wicked grin.

The man sighed and shook his head, deciding what to do. "My name's Frank….and I was just passing through and I heard conversation and got nosy. Sorry," he said, glancing around at the group, staring at Damon a second longer.

"Is that so?" Katherine asked approaching him.

"It's a little too coincidental you happened upon us here," Stefan said, getting closer and trying to identify him. "Were you with one of the tomb vampires?"

Damon glared at Stefan trying to mentally tell him to shut up. Damon knew fully well that Frank was Isobel's pet that she apparently decided to turn. The last thing Katherine needed was to find out that she was being spied on by Isobel. Damon could care less if Isobel was killed, but the fact was that she was somewhat useful and bitch or not, Elena would still care if she died.

"Doubt it," Damon said, coming next to Katherine's side. "He's too new to have followed any of the old tomb vamps."

"I don't even know about any tomb," Frank said trying to go along with it all. "I really was just passing through. I saw that I would be outnumbered and tried to escape just in case you were violent, and I was right. Now can you release me?"

Katherine plunged the stake into his chest, closer to the heart. "You are a terrible liar," she said menacingly. "Tell me why you're here and if someone sent you, and I'll let you live….maybe," she ended looking him in the eyes.

Frank screamed out and started to rip the stake out of his chest. He looked like he was about to spill the reason he was there, but Damon wasn't going to let that happen. In a quick motion, Damon tore the stake out of his bloodied hand and plunged it into his heart.

He let out one final scream and look of confusion as he fell to the ground. Stefan looked at Damon in amazement as Katherine growled at him at anger and lunged at him.


Werewolves are most vulnerable in their human form. As any human can be killed, so can a werewolf. Their abilities lie in their transformative nature—their advanced speed, strength, and healing. All such ability is not transferred when human….

Alaric rubbed his eyes and took a sip of coffee as he read the last paragraph from a well-trusted source online. "That makes sense," he thought yawning. He had been up half the night trying to find out some useful information. He thought about what Damon told him about the mayor's neck being snapped in that basement.

This information was the only useful bit he had come across. He had yet to find when werewolves could transform, anything on full moons, and whether silver was indeed the weapon of choice against them. He stifled another yawn and shut his laptop. He was finally tired enough to call it a night and grab some sleep on the couch.

He jotted down some notes on the notebook he left on the desk. He had written anything he deemed useful, along with some names and numbers of some contacts he would try during normal daylight hours. He only hoped that he didn't sound like some crazy nut asking about werewolves. Throwing the pen down gently, he shut the lights off and made his way to the living room.

He looked at the time on the clock and sighed. If he wanted to see Jenna early, he'd only get a few hours of sleep—meaning two. "Man the time flew," he said aloud as he headed to the couch. He was about to plop down when he caught movement outside the window. Furrowing his brow, he raced over to window and looked out. He saw a slight flash of brown hair go around the corner. He shook his head. "I'm being paranoid," he thought as he drew back the curtains and headed for the couch.

-o-

Cherie circled the block and came back to the window where Elena still slept. "That was too close," she murmured as she settled back into the bushes. She had gone to the other side to see what Alaric was up to and was surprised to find him awake and looking out the window.

She was told to watch Elena until either something exciting happened, one of the brothers arrived, or the sun rose. The former would be fun for her, but anything other than waiting here uncomfortable would be fine with her too. She had already had to fight the urge to jump an early jogger moments ago. She didn't know if she could do it again.

She vaguely thought about texting Frank to see if he was up to anything exciting, but thought better of it. She didn't know if Isobel would snap and call them imbecilic for communicating while spying and plunge a few spikes in their chest. Shrinking at the thought, she closed her eyes and waited, counting down the hours till sunrise.


Sheriff Forbes ignored the vibration from the phone in her pocket. She wasn't in the mood for answering the media or any other worried residents. She had to discuss the situation with the council. She pulled into the back of the courthouse and parked her car.

Inside she was greeted by at least 7 other people. Their number had dwindled rapidly over the year and she found herself the only founding family member left. Logan Fell, John Gilbert, and Mayor Lockwood had all died and left no replacements on the council. She nodded her head thinking of the lives that were lost and motioned everyone to take a seat.

"What's going on Elizabeth?" Arthur Maxwell asked as they all settled down.

"As you're all aware, we've had animal attack, as recent as today, where my daughter was injured and Mrs. Lockwood was killed," she said glancing around at their faces.

"And you don't mean the vampire kind this time, do you, Liz?" Sara Philips asked from the corner of the room.

"No. This time it's an actual animal attack that I believed to be the work of just one werewolf, but now I'm not so sure," she said thinking back to Tyler in the hospital. "We may be dealing with multiple wolves."

"It was mentioned in the journals," Sara said thoughtfully. "We know they existed back in the time of our ancestors. Why would they bother to show up again now and here?"

"Your guess is as good as mine,"Lizz said. "All I know is that we can't let this go any further. What we need is more information and a definitive way to catch them."

"What about Damon Salvatore?" Arthur asked. "He was knowledgeable about the vampires in the town. Do you think he knows anything about werewolves? Where is he by the way?"

"I tried getting in contact with him tonight, but I was unsuccessful. But I had approached him after the first animal attack and he was as unaware about them as we are," she said with disappointment. "We will have to study all the journals more to find out more about these creatures."

"From what I've glanced over so far in the journals, they were night creatures moved on by the moon. So our days are at least safe from such attacks. We will just have to patrol the night," Lester Higgins said standing up.

Everyone nodded their heads in consent.

"So I guess for now we have to move fast and find out what we can and pool our sources," Lizz said, standing up and getting ready to leave.

"What exactly happened to Mrs. Lockwood anyway, Lizz? Lester asked.

Lizz thought back to the gruesome scene and decided to come clean. "I got to the kitchen and she was bleeding out on the floor with scratch marks all over her body and a pretty massive bite mark to the neck…"

"Oh my God," Sara murmured gently.

"Was she dead yet?" Artie asked unabashed as people looked at him harsh glances.

Lizz hesitated. "No…She was struggling, but you could tell her final moments were coming. But something strange happened and…

"Strange?" someone asked.

"Her eyes seemed to dilate wildly and take on an almost yellow hue and….almost like a growl came from her mouth, but it was muted since she was dying," Lizz said thinking back to the harsh last moments.

"And….I. I had to do what was necessary. I took the knife out of my holster and plunged it upward into her heart," she ended closing her eyes.

"You did your job, Lizz. Don't feel guilty about it," Sara said comfortingly.

"If you didn't, we'd have more werewolves to worry about. I assume the knife was silver? But will the forensics team be suspicious that she was stabbed? Artie asked. "And don't give me those looks that I'm being harsh. Sacrifices have to be made," he said sternly.

"Yes, Artie. It was silver. When I was sure she was dead, I made a wound with the blade what was a similar pattern to that of the claw marks. I don't think they'll look to close and if they do, I'll deal with it then."

"Well, the good news to all this is that we know at least two definitive things about werewolves," Lester said. "That their bite transfers the mutation and that silver can kill them."

Lizz knew she should feel more accomplished instead of guilty, but she was finding it hard. She nodded her head as murmurs of good job and other comments went around the room.

"So what do we do about Tyler," Lester asked when everyone quieted down.

Lizz's head shot up at that comment. She remembered Tyler in the hospital all torn up and wasn't sure what to think.

"I'm not 100% sure if he is a werewolf. He was brought to the hospital all clawed up. And he had no gunshot wounds," she said thinking back to it.

"Well if we find out for sure, then I guess we will do what's necessary," Artie ended standing up.

Nodding their heads in agreement, they left the room as Lizz sat there deep in thought.

"He's just a kid," she thought miserably both to the fact that she killed his mom and that she may have to kill him too.