Cruel || The Banshee and the Beta ➼ TEEN WOLF

Chapter 6 - Mouse Trap

Surprisingly, Argent had decided to help us. After that weird moment of nearly shifting in the parking lot, we followed Argent's car to the scene of a murder. Someone had been killed, someone at the swimming pool, and we all think it was either Cora or Boyd. At the sight of that, Argent reluctantly agreed. 

Which led us to right now, standing in the place Scott and Derek had seen them last, deep within the woods. I sat my back against the rough tree trunk and watched as the others conversed in front of me. I may be fine now, and very weak, but I can still feel the anger and change coursing through my veins. 

"You're tracking them by print?" Argent asked with a  raised eyebrow, crouching down in front of Boyd and Cora's footprints, and examining them questioningly. 

"Trying to." Scott admitted proudly as Argent just shook his head and looked between the four of us, as if we were idiots. 

"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" he pointed to a larger pair of footprints and then over at another "and these..."

"are Cora's." Isaac interrupted, leaning against the tree beside me. Argent stood up and laughed dryly, 

"Nope. They're yours. You trampled Cora's as soon as you walked over here." I craned my neck to see our footprints coming in from the entrance and turning in circles. Oh great. We are idiots.

Argent glanced over the four of us before landing on me, "Listen, I know the four of you are focusing half your energy, or all 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 four are barely hitting the speed limit."

"So what do we do?" I spoke up, wondering how the hell we were supposed to catch werewolves who were at full capacity when I was somewhere in the negatives. 

"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..." 

Argent reached into the black duffel bag that was resting against the ground and nestled between the leaves. He lifted out a net of some sorts and sent it hurtling towards Scott. "Or into a trap."

A smirk formed on Scott's face, "Full moon does give us one advantage." Argent reached back into his bag again and threw us some sort of binoculars. "They'll have a higher heat signature, which makes them easier to spot with infrared." oh, that's what this is. I shifted it around in my hands, and then placed it up to my eyes to see the heat emitting from all four guys.

"Thanks, but I've got my own." Derek gloated as he tapped his temple and his red glowing eyes appeared. 

"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."

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We approached the lookout point, the one that had an entire view of Beacon Hills, and stood there scanning the area. They had to be here somewhere. 

"When's the last time you saw your sister?" Argent turned to Derek who just stared ahead, just like how he was with me when I asked him about that sensitive topic.