Chloe's POV

We drove in silence for some time before the man finally pulled over. Once the car was in park, he turned around and looked at me in the back seat as he moved the armrest out of the way.

"Come. Sit up here."

"Yes sir," I got up and maneuvered my way into the passenger seat.

"What do you know about this mission?" He asked.

"Nothing."

"Good," he nodded. "Cause I'm changing it. I don't want you killing a witch coven. They've done nothing wrong."

"But orders," I blinked confused. I flinched, thinking that my arguing was going to result in punishment.

"I'm changing your orders," he replied.

I didn't know how to handle this so I sat stiff and quiet.

"The names Elijah," he said. Pulling the car back into the road. "I do most of the grounds keeping at our homes, that's why you haven't seen me."

No response from me. Nate didn't allow casual conversation.

Elijah sighed, "He really got through to you didn't he?"

"Whats the new mission if we aren't going after the coven?" I changed the subject.

"We're going to your family," he said.

Meanwhile (third person)

Sylvia watched the car drive away and walked back into the house. Nate was in his office, he looked up from a stack of papers as I walked by.

"What're you doing?" He asked.

Sylvia shrugged, she didn't know what she was going to do with her day yet. She had planned it around the mission with Chloe.

"Where is Chloe?" Nate stood.

"You sent Elijah to go with her instead of me."

"No I didn't," Nate shook his head.

Sylvia nodded slowly, "Uh, yes you did. He came out, saying you wanted him to go instead of me."

Nate slammed his fist on the desk. Swearing loudly.

"He's been complaining about never going on hunts anymore. He's trying to prove he can handle it." Nate crackled his knuckles. "We are going to have a little chat when they get back."

Derek's POV

I don't know if it was nerves, fear, excitement, or what, but I was having a hard time sitting in the car. Matt pulled off at a gas station to give me a minute to work out some of my energy and give the others a chance to catch up to us.

I walked into the bathroom and paced for a few minutes, still unable to pinpoint which emotion it was. I walked over to the sink and splashed some cool water onto my face. I looked at myself, I really needed to shave after we got Chloe back.

My eyes went out of focus for a second and I felt light headed. I grabbed the sink for balance and blinked. When I reopened my eyes I was sitting in a car again. A man with blonde hair and stunning bright green eyes sat in the drivers seat. He talked and talked away but I couldn't hear a word that he said. I looked down to see the familiar small hands of Chloe. I couldn't hear the man because she wasn't listening to him. Her hands were beaten which made my heart hurt. Cuts and bruises covered the skin I could see. I felt terrible for her. Understanding why Kyle might not want to talk about seeing how they did this to her. The man continued talking, not aware or not caring, that Chloe wasn't listening. I felt the sensation of Chloe's stomach growl. For a split second it felt like any normal hungry person's stomach growl. But in that split second it escalated to searing pain. It felt like my insides were consuming each other. I smacked my hand against the mirror to bring myself back into my mind and body.

I stood there staring at the splintered glass trying to hold back tears. They were starving her...The amount of pain she is in...And I'm standing here doing nothing about it...

I gave myself a minute to regain my composure as best as I could and rinse some blood off of my hand. I cut one of my knuckles when I hit mirror.

"Keep it together," I told myself. "For Chloe, keep it together."

I walked back out to the car.

"We need to get going now," I said to Matt who was outside the car pumping gas.

"Tess and them are catching up to us though, we should wait for them."

"Now," I growled. Feeling some anger bubble up, I tried to push it back down.

"Give them half an hour Derek," Matt said. "We need all the reinforcements we can get."

I didn't respond, I got back into the car. Staying silent and ignoring everyone. I needed to focus on looking like I was okay. I can't show up to rescue Chloe as a sniveling mess. I'm Derek, the overpowered no emotion werewolf not a crying boy with family issues.