Cora had been telling the truth when she told her sister about how she found herself at Peter's. It wasn't a conscious decision, it was all wolf driven instinct. All technicalities dictated that sure, she had a pack, but it certainly didn't feel that way when she realized Derek had been taken. The prison wasn't safe. Dick proved that, but Derek was right there, and no one saw it happen. The obvious was something she couldn't confront because it didn't matter that Derek more than likely took off after someone or something. He was gone, he was in danger, they needed him back. She needed him back. End of story. Cora only remembered Peter as someone she could rely on, so it made no sense to her to wander back to the prison. She had hoped for answers, but by the time Isaac showed up all in a god damn tizzy, she realized there were none.
Days passed, and they were all filled with fruitless search parties, awkward silences, and explosive tempers, until the minute Cora received a message from a stranger who turned out to be anything but a stranger. The girl was familiar. She could feel the strings pulling in her mind, and nothing unpleasant turned up. She had met Destiny Rumancek months ago, and it couldn't have been a terrible encounter. Cora trusted her instincts, but apparently she should have trusted Destiny's advice. It was sound, and she had to test her luck to see if she could get it twice. She was willing to do or say anything if it meant getting her brother back. She had to try.
Finding Destiny's cabin again was easy. Cora thought nothing of giving a quick tap on the glass before sliding the glass doors open. Once she did, her senses were overwhelmed with so many different scents. If things weren't so fucking awful, maybe she could have relaxed. She immediately noticed the fleeting presence of a ridiculously tall guy in a peacoat duck into Destiny's spare room.. shit, was she with a client? "Destiny?" She called out, waiting for Isaac to step inside before closing the doors behind them. "It's Cora."