Olivia's POV:

Argent places the duffel bag down on the ground in front of Isaac, Scott, and Derek while I stood behind him.

"You're tracking them by print?" Argent asked as he examined the footprint in front of him.

"Trying to," Scott replies.

"Well, then you've been wasting your time. There's only one creature on earth that can visually track footprints," He stands up from his spot. "And that's man."

"A bit sexist if you ask me," I mutter, causing Isaac to hold back his laugh.

"And if you're not trained like me," Argent glared at Isaac and I, making us shut up. "you have no idea that this print is Boyd's and these--"

"Are Cora's." Isaac points to the other print.

"Nope, they're yours. You trampled Cora's as soon as you walked over here." He says and Isaac awkwardly gets off the tree.

"Way to go, dingus," I mutter to him and he flashes his eyes with a glare.

"Listen," Argent starts off, causing Isaac and I reluctantly turn away from each other. "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." He continues to explain.

"So what do we do?" Derek crosses his arms.

"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."

"Does that mean I'm the bait?" I reluctantly ask and Argent nods. "Great."

He grabs the net on the floor and tosses it to Scott. "Full moon does give us one advantage. They'll have a higher heat signature, which makes them easier to spot them infrared." He tosses binocular-like gadgets to each of us.

"Thanks, but I got my own," Derek responds and momentarily flashes his red eyes before they returned back to normal.

"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." We walk towards the edge that overlooked the town.

Argent glances at Derek. "When's the last time you saw your sister?"

"Nine years. I thought she died in the fire." He responds and immediately I felt bad for the guy.

"Do you feel like you have a lock on her scent?" Derek shakes his head no then Argent turns to Scott. "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."

I pinch the bridge of my nose. "So we can't track them?"

"No. 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?" Isaac finally speaks up.

"No, but there is an important difference to recognize. Wolves hunt for food. At a certain point, they get full.

"But Boyd and Cora...they're doing it for fun. Aren't they?" I ask, already regretting being the bait.

"They're hunting for the pleasure of the kill." He corrects and I narrow my eyes. Isn't that what I just said? "For some primal apex predatory satisfaction that comes from ripping of warm bodies to bloody shreds. And who knows when that need gets satiated."

"We can't kill them," Scott says and I nod in agreement.

"What if we can't catch them?" Derek fires back.

"What if we make a trap somewhere? A place to contain them?" I suggest, then snap my fingers. "Like the school?"

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

"What about the boiler room? It's just one big steel door." Isaac suggests and Argent turns to me.

"You're sure the school's empty?" He asks and I nod.

"It has to be. What kind of person stays there this late?"

Argent nods and gestures for us to follow him to his car. He opens the trunk and grabs the device from one of his duffel bags, sticking it to the ground.

"These are ultrasonic emitters. It's one of the tools we use to corral werewolves, pushing them into the direction we want them to run." He clicks the button on the device and it starts to flash.

I furrow my eyebrows. "I don't hear anything."

"It gives off a high-pitched frequency that only they can hear." He points to the three boys who had placed their hands over their ears, their expressions filled with pain.

"No kidding." Isaac groans.

Argent gets up from his spot and starts handing each of them the emitters from the duffel bag.

"These are going to drive them to the school?" Derek asks and he nods.

"And then it's up to you to get them into the basement," Argent says, handing Isaac two of the emitters.

"Does anyone else want to rethink the plan where we just, uh, kill them?" Isaac suggests.

I glare at the boy. "We're not killing them."

"It's going to work," Scott adds, grabbing the two emitters from Argent's hand.

Isaac, Scott, and Derek took off first due to their super speed. Since I didn't have my car, Argent was the one that had to be my ride. I hop inside the car and he hands me a small knife.

"Cut your hand so the blood would catch their scent." He orders and starts the ignition, following where the boys ran to.

I press the knife against the palm of my hand, dragging it across to make a big enough cut. I bite my tongue to hold back my yelp then stuck my hand out the window, the cold night air slightly stinging the wound.

After a while, we arrived at the school and see Scott and Isaac barely opening the double doors for Cora and Boyd to run in.

Argent and I get out of the car, but he hands me the last emitter he had in his hand. I place it on the ground and press the button to activate it.

"Do you see that?" I look up, seeing the small firefly that he pointed at.

"Yeah, it's a firefly," I answer, but he shakes his head.

"No I know it is, but..." He trails off.

"What's so bad about it?"

"It's very unusual. The California fireflies aren't bio-luminescent."

"They don't glow," I whisper and he nods. "Is that bad?" He was about to respond until a howl interrupts him.

"We'll talk about it later." He worriedly glances at my bloody hand. "Go to Derek."

I quickly nod, sprinting towards the double doors where Derek was supposed to be. He snaps his head towards my direction and relaxes, realizing it was me.

He points to my hand. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just waiting for the weird power thing to work." I put out my hands, seeing it didn't work.

"You still don't have control over it?"

"I mean," I point to my leg that Cora scratched earlier, seeing it was now healed. "Cora scratched me earlier so it sometimes works. But if I recall, you said you would help me train."

"I said, I would think about it." He retorts.

"But how do you do it whenever you have to heal?"

"I found a trigger." He says then crosses his arms. "Now that I gave you a tip, you have to answer my question. How did you know my sister?"

"We were friends for a couple of years back in my hometown." I fiddle with my fingers. "But then once we got to freshmen year, she was just...gone." I softly say.

"Did you two...?"

I scratch my neck nervously. "Are we really having that conversation?"

"Well, we are now with that type of reaction." He glares. "Did you sleep with her?"

"No!" I immediately say, feeling my cheeks start to flush. "We didn't do any stuff like that. The most was just having a crush on her, but I didn't act on anything."

He was about to respond, but the same howl cuts him off. He cracks his knuckles and extends his claws, taking a couple of steps forward to the middle of the hallway.

"So...does that mean you'll train me?" I nervously ask, but he doesn't say anything. "Good talk."

The two wolves run over to the doors but then stop as soon as they see us. They look at each other briefly before they jump up to crawl on top of the building.

I run to Derek. "They're going over the school." We both quickly run outside and see Scott and Argent coming up to us as well.

"The red doors, someone has to get them open," Argent says and Derek nods, sprinting back inside.

"Someone has to drive them inside," Scott says, but Argent whips out a baton.

"I'll go."

"No, I'll have them follow the blood," I say, gesturing to my wrapped bloody hand.

"I'll come with you," Isaac says and we both sprint to the other side of the school.

God, this better work.