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Cat knew Derek was at the Hale house and Boyd and Erica were heading there before they left, she only hoped that she could make it before they skipped town.

Upon arrival, she hopped off the bike and hurried up the stairs and in through the front door bracing herself for the potential onslaught of visions. Instead, she immediately dropped to the ground as a body came flying at her, stopping only when it hit the wall behind her.

"Holy hell." She cried, standing up and looking to see Derek walking towards her, his eyes darkening at seeing her. Realizing it was him that had thrown somebody, she grabbed her crossbow and loaded it in record time, aiming it at the person who was lying in a heap on the floor.

"What are you doing here?" Derek growled at her.

"Who is that?" She asked.

"Peter Hale."

Her eyes widened before she dropped the crossbow, pulling the gun out of her waistband.

"That's a little overkill, don't you think?" Peter asked, moving into a sitting position as he grinned at Cat. "Don't tell me my nephew went out and befriended another hunter?"

"She is not a hunter but I really wouldn't piss her off." Derek smirked. "She's way too good with weapons."

"And yet, you haven't made her a wolf yet? Color me shocked."

"I have my reasons." Derek scowled. "Catalina, go home."

"I came to find Boyd and Erica." Her eyes never wavering from Peter Hale

"They left, to find another pack."

This time, Cat glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes, seeing the look of hurt, betrayal and failure on his face. "Isaac's not leaving and neither are Scott and I."

A small, sad smile was on his face as he walked over to Peter, who was now on his hands and knees and kicked him in the stomach.

"You don't think I actually want to be the alpha again? Do you?" Peter asked spitting out a mouthful of blood. "That wasn't my finest performance, considering it ended in my death."

"And yet, here you are." Cat said with a raised eyebrow. "You're looking pretty good for a dead guy."

"I'm also single." He told her with a grin.

"And I'm 16." She shot back, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

"Never mind." Peter replied as Derek grabbed the front of his shirt, bringing his arm back to punch him in the face.

"Oh alright then hit me. Hit me! I can see that it's cathartic for you. You're letting go of all the anger, self-loathing and the hatred that comes with complete and total failure. I may be the one taking a beaten Derek but you've already been beaten. "

Cat moved to stand beside Derek, removing the safety on the gun as she felt herself go completely cold again. "Derek is not a failure and he's not beaten yet."

Peter glanced between her and Derek. "Maybe not a complete failure if he was able to get a human in his pack who seems to be so good at weapons. He hates most people you know. And yet here you stand, completely and utterly normal. It's almost mind boggling."

"There's that normal word again." She said with a ghost of a smile as Derek placed a hand on top of her arm, lowering the gun for her. "What are you doing?"

"He can't hurt me."

"I came to help." Peter said.

"You can't help me." Derek turned and walked away into another room, leaving Cat staring at Peter, her stance not fully relaxed yet.

"Not going to help me up?" He asked.

"Go to hell." She spat at him. "Better yet, go back to hell."

He chuckled as he stood up, following after Derek. "Where did you find this girl? I like her."

Derek just glared as he sat down.

Peter ignored him, staring down at his hand as he clenched and unclenched it. "See, prime example, I'm not healing as fast. Coming back from the dead isn't easy you know."

"I could always send you back there." Cat sweetly suggested, entering the room and moving to stand behind Derek, causing Peter's eyes to light up.

"I'll pass, I'm just not as strong as I used to be, I need a pack, an alpha, like you." Peter stared hard at Derek. "I need you as much as you need me."

Derek let out a snort of disdain. "Why would I want help from a total psycho?"

"First of all." Peter explained. "I'm not a total psycho and by the way you're the one who slashed my throat wide open but we're all works in progress right? So… we need each other. Sometimes when you need help, you turn to people you'd never expect." His eyes drifted back up to Cat.

"Will you stop looking at me?" She snapped.

"You intrigue me, Catalina, is it?"

She raised an eyebrow. "As much as I would love to stay and finish out your family reunion, I need to find Erica and Boyd."

"How?" Derek asked. "They're gone."

"But there's a way. You're still the alpha, you still have a bond with them, I can find them."

"How do you know that?" He asked.

"A dream." She easily replied.

"A witch?" A delighted Peter asked. "You found a witch."

"Will you shut up before I let her put a bullet through you out of spite?" Derek snapped before turning back to Cat. "You know I hate that."

"I know but they're in trouble. I was dreaming about it and all I know is I found them through you, so please?"

He stared at her before reluctantly nodding and holding out a hand. Cat handed him the gun.

"I know you don't need it but this way you can shoot before he gets close."

He nodded, aiming the gun at Peter for her protection, rather than his as she crouched down beside him and grasped his hand. She closed her eyes, willing herself not to be pulled into Derek's thoughts as she instead focused on the pack bond. She could feel Scott's white hot anger at the lacrosse game, Gerard's doing no doubt. She could feel Isaac running to make the game on time, and finally Erica and Boyd running as fast as they could. She could almost taste their fear as they crouched behind a tree, listening to wolf howls but when they peaked out, all she could see were a couple of 4-wheelers, the person on the back of one of them was holding up a recording device where the howls were coming from before they continued on. She could see long curly brown hair and knew exactly who it was. Just as she was about to pull away, she found one more pack member. Peter was not part of the pack yet so who was it? She could only feel anger, nervousness, fierceness, and an almost cold, detached feeling. And when she began to follow it, she also found it led to Scott as well, so she followed it from both of the wolves and when she realized who it went back to, gasped and pulled away from Derek with surprise.

"You did not find a Seer?" Came Peter's voice, sounding all too gleeful. "I've only ever heard of them, I thought they were extinct and in the short time I was gone, you found one?"

"What's wrong?" Derek asked her, noticing the surprise on her face as he ignored his uncle.

"You have five pack members under you."

His eyes flitted to Peter but she shook her head.

"Who then?" Derek asked. "Not Jackson, I mean sure I bit him but he's the Kanima."

She raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders and he finally caught on.

"You? How is that possible?"

Another shrug. "I'm connected to both you and Scott in the pack sense which is weird 'cause he's not an alpha."

"And you're not a werewolf." He reminded her.

"But she is supernatural." Peter spoke up. "She's a Seer, she's not a typical human and there is a legend long ago about packs and seers. It was not uncommon for a pack to have a seer in their presence. They were supernatural, held in high regard and protected by all in the pack, if another pack tried to take over your territory-"

"This is all interesting, really." Cat cut him off "but I'm in a rush."

"You're not curious as to why you are connected to the pack?" Peter asked.

"How about when my friends lives aren't in danger and imminent death is not on the horizon." She turned to Derek. "I'm going to find them, then I'm going to go help Scott, you have fun with your psychotic Uncle."

A small smile played at his lips.

"I'm not completely psychotic." Peter reminded her.

Cat shot him a glare as she ran out. "Whatever. I'll call if I need help."

"She's quite the audacious one, hey?" Peter asked after she was gone.

"She's… very different. Loyal, almost to a fault." Derek said, shaking his head. "hated me with a passion at one point because of Scott."

"But now she is loyal to you too."

He nodded. "I trained her how to fight but the weapons, that was all her."

"That's because she is a Seer and only has to pick up a used weapon to learn exactly how to use it. I have some notes on the legend I spoke of."

"Later, tell me how to help Jackson."

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She had ditched the bike awhile back, moving through the woods as silently as she could. The 4 wheelers were off to the right and somewhat in front of her, fast approaching. She heard Erica yelling for Boyd to run then the engines were gone and moments later, Erica cried out. Cat ran towards her, stopping at the edge of the clearing to see Erica on the ground, an arrow in her leg as she yelled for Boyd to run. Allison walked into the clearing from the right of her, a small smirk on her face as she walked towards Erica, lifting her bow as she did so. The she wolf glared at Allison as she pulled the arrow from her leg and Cat raised her bow, watching Boyd as he came running back. Cat held back on shooting her own arrow as Boyd snatched Allison's arrow away mid-air, inches away from Erica. Allison didn't miss a beat as she turned and notched another arrow, shooting Boyd in the stomach. He growled and Cat finally reacted, notching her own arrow and aiming it at Allison as the huntress started shooting Boyd.

"Stop." Erica screamed while sobbing, "Please, Allison, stop."

Finally getting a clear shot, while the huntress paused, Cat let an arrow loose, watching as it hit the tree closest to Allison's head. The brunette's head swung around, her eyes narrowing as she noticed Cat moving closer to her.

"I should have known." Allison hissed. "Never could mind your own business, huh Cat?"

"Not when you're trying to kill my friends."

"Friends?" Allison asked in disbelief. "Haven't they all tried to kill you at one time or another?"

"In Beacon Hills I learned you're never really someone's friend unless you tried to kill one of your friends. Now back off Allison, or I swear to god-"

"What? You'll shoot me? As if." Allison said, turning her head back to Boyd as she let loose another shot.

Cat notched another arrow and shot it, noting with satisfaction that it hit Allison in the leg perfectly. Allison screamed as she went down and Cat notched another arrow, moving closer. A gunshot sounded, her bow splintered in the middle and she dropped it to the ground, pulling out the gun and aiming it where the gunshot had sounded.

"I asked you not to give up on her." Chris Argent said, his gun aimed at Cat.

"I haven't." Cat replied. "I didn't kill her did I? I very well could have and she knows it."

Allison was crying, clutching at her leg as she writhed on the ground. "you wouldn't kill me, would you Cat?" Allison looked up at her through tear filled eyes.

"I don't follow your code, Allison." Cat said, her eyes cold and harsh. "Just ask Matt."

"You killed him?" Allison asked.

"No but I started it, your grandfather finished it."

"What are you talking about?" Allison asked.

Cat ignored her, turning to Chris. "She's lucky it was one arrow, how many are in my friends right now?"

"Catty." Erica whimpered as Cat heard more guns being cocked around her.

Cat let out a small sigh before slightly moving her arm to aim the gun at Allison. "You've left me no choice right now. I said I wouldn't but if your men don't put their guns down, I may be taken out but I will take her with me."

Chris nodded, motioning for the guys to lower their guns as he held his up. "Let's talk." He told her.

She nodded, following Chris out of hearing range of the wolves and hunters.

"I'm letting you go Catalina." Chris told her when they were far enough away.

"And my friends?" She asked.

"I can't. I either take just them and say you got away, or I take all of you. This way, I can promise to not hurt them and still give you the chance to rescue them. I promise you that."

"Why should I believe you?" Cat asked.

"Because we both want Allison back. My father has become far too twisted and he needs to be stopped."

"Is that actual permission?" she asked, wondering if he was okay with her killing his father.

"I don't know if I can do it. It was hard enough having to kill my wife, I'm losing everyone I love and now, the only help I have is that of a 16 year old girl."

"If you're serious about this, I'll help, the pack will help. My friends are not to be hurt. Your word?"

"I will protect them as best I can." He promised.

She nodded, holding out a hand to him and he shook it, Cat pulling away when she was satisfied by what she saw, Chris none the wiser.

She turned to walk off, stopping briefly to look back at him with a raised eyebrow. "You owe me a new bow."

He nodded as she disappeared into the forest and back to where she had left the bike.

Cat was sure she was running on pure adrenaline now but she had to get to the school if she could before the game. Once she had seen that Erica and Boyd would be okay, she was fine with leaving them there. They probably weren't but she hoped they would understand next time she saw them. Besides it wasn't like Allison could do much with a lovely hole in her leg.

She pedaled as fast as she could, making it to school in record time and stashed her crossbow under the bleachers so she could be a little more inconspicuous. She arrived to see a player being removed with a stretcher and as she got a little closer she could see it was Isaac and Melissa was running out to the field to see Scott. She followed after his mom, coming up on the other side of Scott.

"Something's happening, isn't it?" His mom asked. "Something more than a lacrosse game?"

"You should go." Scott told her.

"I'm not going anywhere." Melissa told him. "But everything that I said before, forget it. All of it, okay? If you can do something to help, then you do it. You have to."

Scott nodded. "I will." He turned to go out on the field stopping when he saw Cat. "Jackson nicked Isaac."

"I'll go with him, make sure he's okay."

"Just stay close, it's going to get bad."

She nodded, leaving the field in the direction Isaac had gone.

The locker room was dark but she heard noises and silently moved towards them, stopping just behind Gerard and another hunter.

"It was a good effort Isaac, it was."

She peeked around one of the guys seeing Isaac trying to crawl away.

"This would be so much more poetic if it was half time." Gerard continued as he pulled out a sword.

Cat moved up behind the lackey, kicking him with all her might in the back of his knee, sending him crumbling to the ground. As he did that, she pulled out the gun, aiming it just inches away from Gerard's head.

"Ah, Catalina, I was wondering if you would appear." Gerard said.

"I was a little busy, putting an arrow through your granddaughter's leg."

"You actually did that?" Isaac asked almost in awe.

"You're very efficient with weapons." Gerard noted.

"Yes, and I have no problem pulling the trigger. I mean, I guess you can say I kind of helped you kill Matt, so wouldn't that make the Kanima half mine? We might need a custody battle."

"I'm very surprised that tongue of yours hasn't gotten you killed yet."

"And I'm very surprised being you hasn't gotten you killed yet." She shot back.

Isaac had dragged himself up to a standing position with the sinks and he called her name before someone back handed her, sending her flying into some lockers. She hit them, falling into a heap on the floor and she could hear Gerard tell them to leave her and to deal with Isaac first.

She watched through a curtain of hair as Scott entered behind them, his eyes amber as Gerard noticed him in the mirror. Scott quickly got rid of the lackeys but when he turned, Gerard was gone.

"Where is he?" He asked Isaac.

"The field." Cat gasped. "makes sense."

Scott made as if to run to her but she stopped him. "Get to the field."

He nodded, taking off back to the field and she pushed herself to her hands and knees. "We need to get out there." She told Isaac.

"One leg, still not fully working but I'm working on it." Isaac told her.

"Where's my gun?" She asked.

He pointed to it and she scrambled over to get it. "Are you going to be okay?"

Isaac nodded and she took off for the field, ignoring the aches and pains in her. Her shoulder and knee were pretty banged up but hopefully it was just bruises.

She reached the field not long after Scott, just as the final whistle blew.

"Jackson, I gotta find Jackson." He told her. "Protect everyone. He's going to kill someone close to me."

She began looking around but everyone began swarming the field, the lights went out and then there was a scream.

She immediately looked for the source of the scream, the gun now in her hands, held down by her leg.

"Cat." She heard Scott yell.

"I'm okay." She yelled back, looking around, her eyes coming to rest on the middle of the field. "A players down. Oh god, where's Stiles?"

She ran over to the players, ignoring Melissa calling for her and Scott. The lights came on as Cat pushed her way through the crowd in the field, stopping when she saw who it was.

"Scott." She called his name as she backed away, knowing he could hear her. "It's Jackson." The gun went back in her waistband now that there were so many witnesses and she frantically began looking for her friends, needing to make sure they were all okay.

Lydia appeared as Scott and Melissa broke through the crowd, the sheriff not far behind her but she still couldn't find Stiles. She got to the outskirts of the crowd, looking around until she felt something poke her in the back.

"If you or your friend Stiles wants to live, you'll keep walking, off the field and to the parking lot."

Knowing it wasn't just her life at stake anymore, Cat did as she was told.

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