Many of you were asking, and to answer your question, you will find out all the answers about the 'connection thing' soon. Just not too soon;) Sorry, but that's how it goes!:P Anyway, I love the amount of reviews I am getting!:D Keep them coming! I appreciate them so much:D Here is a SUPER long chapter. I worked really hard on it!:P

Stiles and I sat together on the couch, discussing the Cora and Boyd situation. Peter had already left. When I asked him where we was going, he mumbled something about minding my own damn business. I couldn't stand that man.

"Whelp, I'm going." Isaac said, walking into the main room and putting a jacket on. I went up to him with narrowed eyes. "Going where?" I questioned. He sighed. "They need help catching Boyd and Cora."

"So they called you?" I asked incredulously. He simply glared at me. "Thanks for the vote of confidence." He muttered. I widened my eyes. "No! I just meant because you're not done healing yet." I explained to him. He shrugged. "I have no choice. They'll kill someone if we don't stop them"

I bit my lip before nodding. "Okay, just-" I walked over to the door and picked up one of his scarves. "Wear this. To keep you warm." I put it carefully around his neck as he watched me with a small smile. "Thank you." He murmured. I simply nodded and he began to walk out the door.

"Wait." I said quickly. Isaac turned around, a wide smile spread across his lips. "Yes?" He asked. I walked up to him quickly and wrapped my arms around his waist as he gently wrapped his around my shoulders. "Be careful." I whispered in his ear. "I will." He whispered back, still smiling. I released him, and he walked out the door with one last glance behind him.

I sat back down on the couch with Stiles, sighing. "I guess it's just us humans." I mumbled. Stiles took out his phone as it started vibrating and read a text with widened eyes. "Sorry human number 3, I gotta go help human number 2." He said urgently, picking his keys up from the table before running out of the door without waiting for a response for me.

I huffed, throwing my head back against the couch. "And then there was one." I muttered to myself.

I shook my head. I wasn't going to wait here until something interesting happened, I was going to find it. Taking one of Isaac's jackets, I left the loft, ignoring Derek's direct orders when he had called and told Stiles and I not to go anywhere. So why was only Stiles allowed to break the rules? I narrowed my eyes. He wasn't.

I figured that I probably could hot wire Derek's car and use it, but decided against it, seeing as I would be going into the woods. I had no idea where exactly Isaac, Scott and Derek were in the dense forest, but I didn't want them to find me. I knew if they did, they'd send me back immediately.

If I wanted to help, I had to do it alone, and secretly. I dug through my purse, taking out a secret gun that nobody knew I had. In it, was four wolfs bane bullets. I put the gun in my pocket, and left my purse on the street, knowing it would only weigh me down.

Carefully, I began my trek through the forest. "Emily?" I heard an unknown female voice call out into the night air. I paused, frowning. "Emily!" She called out again, apparently getting no response. I walked toward the noise, finding a campsite set up. The girl who was yelling for Emily was standing there, looking at something in panic. I focused on what she was watching, and instantly knew it must have been Cora.

She growled lowly at the trembling girl. Just before she was about to pounce, I leaped out from behind the bushes, shooting off two bullets in the werewolf's direction. She dodged them both easily, leaving me with only two more bullets, and my hope destroyed. As Cora approached me instead of the girl, snarling angrily, I bit my lip. This was not something I had planned, therefore I was not prepared for it.

"Move!" Isaac yelled just as Cora was about to strike. I threw myself onto the ground just as Isaac jumped over me, colliding with Cora. He punched her, knocking her to the ground in a swift movement. I caught the furious glare on his face as he turned around to look at me. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He demanded. I was about to answer, until I saw Cora rise up behind him.

"Watch out!" I warned. He didn't look in time thought, and she grabbed him, swinging him against a tree branch. Isaac fell on the ground with a grunt. He weakly tried to get himself off of the ground as Cora stalked toward me, but instead, Scott leaped through a tree, roaring at her. Derek approached on the other side, roaring as Isaac got himself up. Cora, realizing she was outnumbered snarled one more time before fleeing the scene. Isaac picked me up in his arms bridal-style before chasing after her with Derek.

As he ran with inhuman speed, I kept choking and gagging when bugs entered my mouth. I could see a slight smile on Isaac's lips, telling me he got a kick out of me digesting disgusting creatures. I glared at him the whole time we ran, until we eventually stopped. Derek was breathing heavily. "Her scent disappears here." He grunted. Isaac finally put me on the ground, and folded his arms sternly. "Why did you decide to come into the forest where two rabid werewolves were roaming?" He asked me.

I shrugged. "The scenery is beautiful."

Isaac rolled his eyes and I sighed in defeat. "I'm not going to sit in Derek's stupid loft while you guys go out and do dangerous missions. I'm helping whether you like it or not."

"Really? And how are you going to help?" Isaac questioned with a roll of his eyes. I shrugged. "I am pretty cunning, you know. And clever."

"Are you, now? And what did your 'cunning' mind plan to do if I wasn't there to save you back there?" He challenged. I pursed my lips. "Run away?" Isaac chuckled humorlessly. "Yeah, I'm sure you are so fast you can outrun a werewolf."

"Shut it." Derek demanded in a monotone voice to the two of us. We complied, only giving each other minor glares. Once Scott caught up to us, Derek looked at him expectantly. He sighed. "Stiles just called me. They killed someone, Derek."

I gasped. "Who?" I asked him. Scott shook his head. "I don't know. It was at the public pool. Throat ripped out. Blood everywhere."

Derek frowned. "This doesn't make any sense. The public pool is all the way on the other side of the woods. We haven't tracked them anywhere near there." I could sense the denial in his tone. He didn't want to believe it was real. "Derek. They killed someone." Scott reminded him. Derek looked at the ground. "How are they moving so fast?"

"Derek-"

"They can't be that fast on foot!" He yelled.

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

I raised my eyebrows. "Don't drag me into this. It's not my fault." I defended as Derek sighed. "It's my fault."

"We need help." Scott said to Derek. He looked over to Isaac and I. "We have these two, now."

"I mean real help."

Isaac and I looked at him incredulously. "Scuse you?" I muttered. Scott, ignoring my comment, continued to talk. "They're too fast for us. For all of us. They're too strong, too rabid."

"We'll catch them." Derek said with conviction. I nodded my head in agreement. "What happens if we do? Are we just gonna hold them down until the sun comes up?" Isaac questioned, being the negative person he constantly is. Derek considered that for a moment. "Maybe it would be easier to just kill them." He sighed.

I shook my head. "We aren't going to kill them, Derek." Scott nodded in agreement. "Killing them is not the right thing to do."

"Well what if it's the only thing to do?" Isaac questioned. I narrowed my eyes at him. "There's always a plan B." I muttered. Isaac shrugged. "Well, if we can't even catch them, what else do we do?"

"Find someone who knows what they're doing." Scott answered. I frowned, not catching on immediately. "Who?" Derek questioned cryptically. A knowing look appeared in Scott's eyes. "Someone who knows how to hunt werewolves."

"Do you think this is going to work?" Isaac asked dully from the front seat. Questioning Scott's plan of getting Mr. Argent to help us wrangle in Boyd and Cora. "Nope." Derek answered simply. "Me neither." Isaac said.

"I do." I said quietly. Isaac looked at me thoughtfully in the mirror for a moment before turning his attention back to Derek. "So... Your sister?" Derek sent him a classic Hale glare. "Sorry. It's uh, bad timing, I'm sorry." He said clearing his throat and looking away from Derek's stare. I rolled my eyes at his immaturity.

"I'll ask later, it's fine." Isaac mumbled. Derek returned his cold gaze to Isaac, causing him to widen his eyes in slight fear. "Or never." He said nervously. "Yeah, I'm good with never."

As Scott began to get in the car with Chris, Derek started out car and followed them. I sighed and closed my eyes in the back seat, just enjoying the peace. "You look pretty calm for someone chasing werewolves." Isaac muttered, breaking the silence. I sighed, not opening my eyes at all as I spoke. "Yeah, werewolves can be pretty dangerous." I muttered.

Isaac chuckled. "I'm not going to argue with you."

There was another wave of serenity until the car stopped. "Let's do this." Derek said, getting out. Isaac and I followed his lead, approaching Scott and Chris.

"Hi, Lucy." Chris greeted with a smile. I returned the smile, giving him a small wave. He dropped a bag of supplies on the ground. "Tracking them by print?" Chris asked questioned. "Trying to." Scott retorted hopelessly. Chris sighed. "Well then you'll be wasting your time."

Isaac eyed Chris as the hunter continued to speak. "There's only one creature that can visually track footprints, and that's man."

"Ha!" I said, pointing to the three werewolves. "You guys are only half man. I'm all man." I didn't realize the oddness of my words until they came out of my mouth. Derek, Scott and Chris all looked at me with confused expressions as Isaac tried his best to hold back a chuckle. "Oh shut up." I said to him, picking up and handful of dirt and chucking it in his face.

Derek rolled his eyes and motioned for Chris to continue. "And if you're not trained like me, you have no idea that this print is Boyd's, and those-"

"Are Cora's." Isaac finished in a know-it-all tone. Chris shook his head. "No, they're your's."

"Good job, dumbass." I muttered under my breath, smirking. Isaac rolled his eyes at my comment.

"You trampled Cora's as soon as you walked over here." Chris said before turning to the three boys. "Listen, I know the three of you are focusing half 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 've got the pedal to the floor, when you three are barely hitting the speed limit."

Derek sighed, obviously not enjoying taking advice from a hunter. "So what do we do?" He questioned. "Focus on your sense of smell." Chris answered. "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-like thing into Scott's arms before continuing. "The full moon does give us one advantage. They'll have a higher heat signature, which makes them easier to spot with infrared." He tossed each of us a pair of infrared goggles. I put mine on, enjoying the extent of my sight in the night time. "Thank, but, I've got my own." Derek said, flashing his glowing red eyes. I chuckled. "Show-off." I mumbled jokingly. Derek unexpectedly cracked a small smile.

"Just remember, we're not hunting wild animals. 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."

"Are we ready?" I asked Chris he nodded. "Okay. Let's do this." I muttered, putting my goggles on. Isaac looked at me with a smirk. "You look like a frog." I rolled my eyes. "So do you, oh wait you're not wearing goggles are you?" I said, covering my mouth in mock surprise. He just chuckled. "Funny."

Once ready, we all walked up to a large cliff looking out onto the town of sleeping, extremely unaware people. "When was the last time you saw your sister?" Chris asked Derek. He sighed. "Not in years. I thought she died in the fire." Chris nodded understandingly. "Do you feel like you have a lock on her scent?" He asked. Derek shook his head.

Feeling sympathetic, I walked over to Derek and placed my hand on his back comfortingly. He glanced over to me with a tight smile, placing his large, muscled arm around my shoulder in gratitude. I leaned my head against his chest as Chris asked Scott about his confidence in his skills.

Isaac watched the confrontation between Derek and I with narrowed eyes. I blushed as he studied the closeness between our bodies. Derek realized Isaac's careful glances toward us, and removed his hand from over my shoulders and stepped slightly away from me. I dropped my arm and looked at the ground sheepishly, avoiding Isaac's gaze.

Part of me was angered by his accusing glances. It wasn't his decision what I did, and if I wanted to comfort Derek, that was my business. Derek and his... Very muscly arms. And the gorgeous eyes, the cute stubble, the sexy body. I shook my head quickly. Derek was like a father to me. I didn't want any more with him than the relationship we had now. Right?

"Alright." Chris interrupted my thoughts. "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."

Isaac scrunched his eyebrows together. "They're not gonna kill everything they see, are they?" He questioned nervously. "No." Chris answered. "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 of the kill. For some primal apex predatory satisfaction that comes from the ripping of warm bodies to bloody shreds."

"That's a nice image." I whispered under my breath.

"Who knows when that need gets satiated?" Chris finished. "We can't kill them." Scott confirmed. "What if we can't catch them?" Derek questioned. I bit my lip. As much as I didn't think we should kill them, Derek was also right.

"Maybe we just need to contain them." I said quietly. Eight eyes turned in my direction with surprise. Chris nodded in agreement with me. "There's no one in that school at night, is there?" He asked. Derek frowned. "You want to trap them inside?"

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

"What about the boiler room?" Isaac asked suddenly. I nodded in agreement with him. "Yeah! It's just one big steel door." I informed them. Chris thought about it for a moment. "You're sure the school is empty?" He asked. Isaac, Scott and I all looked at each other. "It has to be." Scott reasoned. "There can't be anyone there this late, right?" Isaac and I agreed.

"So we have a plan, then?" I asked the four of them. There was a pause before Derek spoke. "Looks like it."