Cora's had her control ripped away from her too many times to feel like she actually has any. It's not that she doesn't try to fight back, to charge at the brick walls and the losses and try and reclaim some of it for herself, but she knows that she's always going to keep losing. There is no upper hand against things like death. Trying to fight against the supernatural is like fighting an uphill battle.

All she really wants is a home. A pack. It's probably the one thing she's never going to find, but at least she has Derek now, and she has Derek here. That's the part that matters.

"I think when it comes down to it, it's what you do with it. That's the only real control you get."