STARTING LINE , teen wolf

twenty-seven; fireflies

Derek kept his usual arms crossed stance, "So what do we do?" He asked the hunter.

"Focus on your sense of smell. Actual wolves are known to track their prey by up to a hundred Miles a day by scent." Chris explained to the werewolves. Kennedy nods slowly, "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." Kennedy sighs, knowing that could be promising. Chris hands Scott a net. "Full moon does give us one advantage. They'll have a higher heat signature, which makes them easier to spot with infrared." Isaac is tossed goggles, and as is Derek.

The elder Hale looks at it. "Thanks, but I've got my own." He says, flashing his red wolf eyes.

Chris looks between them, "Just remember, we're not hunting wild animals. Underneath those impulses are two intelligent human beings." He explained to them, "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."

The five of them all walk up to a clearing that over looked Beacon Hills. Kennedy felt the moon wash over her, and she felt good. She held down the wolf side, at least as much as she could. Kennedy wondered if she gave in, if she would still be able to find Cora and Boyd.

The Argent looked at Derek and Kennedy. "When's the last time you saw your sister?" He asked.

"Nine years. I thought she died in the fire."

Chris looked down, "Do you feel like you have a lock on her scent?" He said. Derek shook his head. "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." Scott says.

Chris looks around, "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?" Asked Isaac.

"No. But there is an important difference to recognize." Chris told him, "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 primal apex predatory satisfaction that comes from the ripping of warm bodies to bloody shreds. And who knows when that need gets satiated?"

Scott speaks up, "We can't kill them."

"What if we can't catch 'em?" Derek follows. Kennedy purses her lips, unsure what to feel.

Chris looked back at Derek, "Then maybe we just need to contain them." He said slowly in thought. "There's no one in the school at night, is there?"

"You want to trap them inside?"

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

Isaac shrugged, "What about the boiler room? It's just one big steel door." He explained. Kennedy nodded, shivering in the cold.

Chris looked at the three teens. "You're sure the school's empty?" He asked. Kennedy paused in thought. After they were all trapped in the school together last year, the school board made sure to keep it extra locked up. There was no way anyone was there at this time.