WREN WAS OUT OF BREATH WHEN she was finally able to stop running. Why the hell did she hang out with werewolves? She hated running. Nothing made her happier than not running. So, that was why she was so thankful when she finally caught up with Derek, Isaac, and Scott.

"This doesn't make any sense," Derek was saying as she arrived and coughed violently. Isaac, who was standing next to her, gave her a look that asked if she was okay. She was not, but she nodded anyway. "The public pool is all the way on the other side of the woods. We haven't tracked them anywhere near there—"

The blonde girl furrowed her eyebrows because she knew absolutely nothing about what was going on, recovering as she looked between all of them and questioned, "Wait, what happened? Someone needs to catch me up on everything."

"Erica's dead, Derek's little sister, Cora, is alive, and she and Boyd are on the loose in their crazy werewolf forms. Oh, and they might have killed someone," the Lahey boy summed up for her.

She shot him a small smile even though she was still so confused. How many family members did Derek have, and did coming back from the dead, like, run in the Hale blood? "Thanks."

"How are they moving so fast? They can't be that fast on foot," the Alpha pointed out impatiently with his arms crossed. He was clearly not convinced that they were the cause of whoever's death.

"They killed someone," Scott emphasized, trying to make sure the man understood the gravity of the situation. "Some totally innocent kid is dead, and it's our fault."

Derek stared at the ground for a second, thinking, before correcting glumly, "It's my fault."

"We need help," the McCall boy insisted, and that made Wren a bit nervous. Who were they going to call for help to track down two clearly very fast werewolves that hadn't been let out in months?

The Alpha nodded to his Beta right next to him that still had nothing to contribute to the conversation since explaining to the Carter girl what happened. "We have Isaac now."

"I mean real help," Scott told him, and that made the blonde girl snort a little bit as the blonde boy looked a little offended. When they all shot her a look, she tried and failed to pass it off as a cough and gestured for him to keep talking. "They're too fast for us, for all of us. They're too strong, too rabid..."

The Hale man assured him, "We'll catch them."

"What happens if we do? We just gonna hold them down until the sun comes up?" Isaac scoffed. He had a point because they still hadn't come up with a plan to stop them if they ever could catch them.

Derek was silent for a moment before he sighed, "Maybe it would be easier just to kill them." Wren's eyes widened at that. He was willing to kill his sister, just like that, when he just found out she was alive?

"Killing them isn't the right thing to do," the McCall boy insisted.

"What if it's the only thing to do?" the Lahey boy asked him, and they all looked over to him to hear what he had to say. "If we can't even catch them, what else can we do?"

Scott nodded slowly as he answered, "Find someone who knows what they're doing."

"Who?" the Alpha quizzed skeptically. They were very little people around Beacon Hills that knew what they were doing in regards to the supernatural. Not even the supernatural knew what they were doing in regards to the supernatural.

"Someone who knows how to hunt werewolves."

So, that is how Wren ended up in the back of Derek's car while he and Isaac sat in the front. They watched as Scott tried to talk Chris Argent, who was putting groceries into his car, into helping them out. The Lahey boy was the one to break the silence. "Do you think this is going to work?"

"Nope," the other male replied without hesitation since the chances of Chris freaking Argent helping a group of werewolves that included the one responsible for his wife's death were very very slim.

Isaac shook his head. "Me neither." There was another moment of silence, and Isaac spoke up again. "So, uh, your sister, is she single?"

"Oh, my God," Wren groaned, putting her head in her hands to hide her laugh. There were so many other ways he could've found out that information.

Derek turned to the boy with raised eyebrows. Isaac, realizing that it was completely the wrong time, nodded. "Never mind. I'll ask later." The Hale man shot him another look, and he nodded once again. "Or never."

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"YOU'RE TRACKING THEM BY PRINT?" Chris questioned as he kneeled down next to the prints and threw his bag of weapons and chains on the forest floor.

Scott responded, "Trying to."

The man shook his head. "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 that this print is Boyd's and these—"

"Are Cora's," Isaac finished for him confidently, and how assured he was of his answer was why it was so much more funny when he was wrong.

"Nope — they're yours. You trampled Cora's as soon as you walked over here," Argent corrected him as he stood up again. "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 in. They put the pedal to the floor, where you three are barely hitting the speed limit."

Derek looked up at him in question, wondering what his plan was. "So, what do we do?"

"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. The full moon does give us one advantage — they'll have a higher heat signature, which makes them easier to spot with infrared."

"Thanks, but I've got my own," the Hale man told him when he was offered infrared goggles. His eyes flashed red as he passed the goggles over to Wren who examined him, intrigued.

"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," Chris explained before turning to Derek as they approached a cliff that gave them a view of the entire town. "When's the last time you saw your sister?"

The Hale man answered, "Not in years. I thought she died in the fire."

"Do you feel like you have a lock on her scent?" the hunter questioned, and Derek just shook his head in response. "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," the McCall boy replied.

Argent nodded. "All right — 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?" the Carter girl asked with a slightly worried voice.

"No, but, there is an important difference to recognize," the Argent man informed them. "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 apex predatory satisfaction that comes from the ripping of warm bodies to bloody shreds. And who knows when that need gets satiated?"

Just to make sure he knew, Scott told him, "We can't kill them."

"Then maybe we just need to contain them. There's no one in the school at night, is there?" Argent quizzed curiously, and Wren's eyes widened when she realized what he was implying.

She exclaimed, "You want to trap them in the school?"

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

"What about the boiler room?" Isaac suggested with raised eyebrows after a moment of thinking, looking up as all of them turned their heads toward him. "It's just one big steel door."

Chris nodded, signaling that that would work. "You sure the school's empty?"

"It has to be. There can't be anyone there this late, right?" Scott said, but he did not seem too confident in his answer. None of them were, actually. It was pretty late, though, so the chances of someone being there were very slim.

"These are ultrasonic emitters." The hunter man began to set up some device that was a stake in the ground before explaining, "It's one of the tools we use to corral werewolves, pushing them into a direction we want them to run. It gives off a high-pitched frequency that only they can hear."

Just then, all of the werewolves winced and covered their ears. The Lahey boy groaned, "God, no kidding."

"Wimps," Wren muttered, causing the blonde boy to turn to her and stick his tongue out because neither she or Chris could hear whatever was upsetting them so much, and it was hilarious.

He turned it off before going to his car and handing all of the males some of the stakes to put in the ground in a path to the school. Derek examined it and questioned, "These are gonna drive them to the school?"

"And then, it's up to you to get them into the basement," Argent responded after a nod. He turned to the Carter girl. "Wren, you'll stay with me in the car, and we'll meet you guys at the school."

"Does anyone else want to rethink the plan where we just, uh...kill them?" Isaac asked, and he was clearly not to excited about the devices in his hand that reminded the blonde girl of dog whistles.

"It's going to work," Scott assured him, but it sounded like he was trying to convince himself a little bit. "It'll work."