Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related materials do not belong to me. I'm only borrowing them, without asking: ) to write this story. They belong to the wonderful Eric Krike.

A/N: If you haven't read The Boogeyman, Race to Kill, The Burning Family, or From the Ashes, you should read them before reading this fic. They all are part of the series my sister Katie and I are writing. If you go to my profile now, you'll find them. But if you have read those read on then review. Afterwards I strongly suggest reading Posinchik88's fics.

Chapter One

December 22nd

Justice Square, Washingtown, Idaho

"Easy, man. You don't want to do this."

"Did you hear that Jeb? He says I don't want to do this." Isaac grinned a toothy grin. "See, boss, I do want to do this. You killed my family. You and your father, and those filthy little meat-girls. You killed my family, and friends. You destroyed my world. Well, pay back's hell." he ran his tongue over his pointed canines.

"No, we had to kill them They were going to expose that pack. I never would have allowed it had It not been necessary." Helmut stammered.

"You know what's going to be the best part?" Isaac asked leaning closer to him pinning him against the wall. "The look on your pretty little bitch's face when I tell her. Oooh" he moaned. "I can't wait to see that look." Isaac howled with laughter. "NOW!"

They all dove in. Biting and tearing. Scratching and ripping. Helmut fought back but someone had his throat. There was a crack, his neck was broken. Even after the kill the group continued to dissemble their leader, then a few humans. This was it. This was there stand. No longer would the humans reign supreme. The time of the werewolf had come, again.

Raining Cloud's Hunter's Resort, Montana December 23rd

Autumn flexed her fingers and tried again. That time it took and she tied it off. John laid on the floor at her feet and outside the sound of drunken hunters and guns never stopped mixing in with the howling wind. It was just past midnight and she was starting to get worried, not that she'd ever admit it to them. Jen had gone to bed ages ago and her instructors from the past three weeks were either well into their beers, or out on a hunt. She'd never understand why most hunters lost themselves in brew after a good hunt… or a slow spot. She heard footsteps on the porch of the cabin and jumped for her book. She flicked it open to about midway through and sprawled out on the couch to read. The fire was roaring and the cabin was cozy.

"Shh she's probably sleeping." Athena giggled pushing open the door.

"She doesn't sleep." Sam whispered back. "She never sleeps." Autumn made sure not to look up from her book. She had to look completely careless about what she was doing. She heard hand meet head then Sam's yelp.

"No, Lena you don't have to shh. I was talking to the boys. I swear they get rowdier every day."

"Do not." Dean protested before flipping over the couch and dropping on Autumn's middle. "Honey we're home." he grinned.

"I see that." Autumn said dismissively. They'd been gone a little over a week on a hunt in Oregon. None of them had bothered to give her details just said they were going and would call her with updates. So every day she would get a quick phone call that would leave her even more clueless and worried than before. "What's Lena want?" she asked shifting so Dean's weight wasn't crushing her.

"I'd rather know who she is. At first she was crying though." Sam said dropping into a large leather arm chair.

"She's a… old friend of ours." she didn't want to give away too many details about Lena.

"She a hunter?" Dean asked.

"Of sorts." Autumn answered honestly.

"It's okay. Everything will be just fine. Here, I've got to pee, talk to Autumn." Athena handed her sister the phone.

"Hey Lee-Lee. What's up?" Autumn greeted.

"He's dead. They killed my Helmut." Lena was sobbing again.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry. Who killed him?" she asked sympathetically.

"They did. They're going wild again." there was a long sucking breath at the end of the sentence and Autumn found herself wishing she could pulled the other woman into her arms.

"It's okay. You burn him and we'll come out."

"Burn him?" Lena asked forcing herself into control.

"Yes, burn his body. I don't want to get down there and have to deal with a spirit on top of everything else."

"He wouldn't come back would he?" Helmut was her husband, and the leader of her pack. She couldn't imagine having to call someone into kill him, again.

"He had a wonderful, beautiful, loving young wife, and was killed by his friends. He had a lot to live for and didn't go out in a nice easy peaceful manner." Dean and Sam were watching her questioningly and she held up a finger to tell them she'd explain in a minute. "So, I want you to burn his remains, and don't let anyone know you called."

"Not even Rafael?" Lena questioned.

"No, not even him. I killed your last leader, I don't want time for them to build up a plan to kill me." Lena gasped, the idea hadn't yet occurred to her.

"Oh Autumn, what am I going to do? I can't call anyone else. Everyone else wants us all dead. You've always protected us. I can't find anyone else." she was starting to talk too fast to understand.

"Look, Lena. Athena and I will come, we're traveling with two other hunters. The four of us will deal with your up rise and get out quickly and quietly as possible. Now, how many are feral?"

"Nearly half the pack."

"What's pack size looking like?"

"Fifty-ish. I don't know who all is left, they're hunting just about every night. There isn't a real head count."

"So we're looking at about 25 rogues…. Yay. It's a day's drive and the others just got in from a hunt. So we'll leave tomorrow okay?" Autumn tried to keep to the facts. She knew the moment she crossed into emotions Lena would break down again, and this time she might pass her useful state.

"Mkay."

"Can you hold up that long?" she asked attentively.

"Yea, I'll handle it. I've got Rafael, Gabriella, and Eros, they're living with me right now." Autumn nodded.

"Good. They're good kids, you'll be fine. Everything will be okay." she assured the other woman. "Now, I've got to go load up on silver. You hang tight."

"M'Bye." Autumn hung up and looked up at Dean and Sam.

"So, how do you feel about Idaho?" she asked.

"I like their potatoes." Dean answered.

"What's up, Autty?" Sam didn't want to wait for her and Dean to play games. He wanted answers and to go to bed.

"We've got a new hunt." Autumn really didn't want to admit to knowing where a pack of fifty werewolves were living, they wouldn't understand.

"Right, I got that much. What are we hunting?" Sam persisted. Athena came back from the bathroom, John at her heels. When the dog saw Dean on his master he jumped up and tried to weasel the man away.

"Werewolves, Sammy." Athena said dropping down on the fur rug by the fire. "Lena is a werewolf. It was her pack we were with when we got our scars." Athena's fingers reached back for the scar across her back.

"A pack?" Dean apparently hadn't read much beyond the typical folklore.

"What, when we first got to them, there was close to a hundred. But that last purge really wiped them out. It was only about half that size when we left." Athena looked to her sister. Autumn nodded and pulled herself up from under her dog and Dean.

"Yea, Lena said they're at about fifty head right now and about half of that is out for human blood…. If only the packs could keep hold of their own rogues this wouldn't be a problem."

"Okay, Autty, you're talking about theses… things like they're a group of unruly teenagers. You understand that they're blood thirsty creatures that must be stopped right?" Sam asked.

"There's a…" Autumn stood up and went towards her room.

" A what?" Sam asked no one in particular. Athena shrugged. "So a werewolf has your phone number?"

"Yea, according to the compromise most the packs signed in the late 1880's, we can't hunt them openly as long as they don't do anything stupid." Athena answered him. Her sister emerged from her room.

"Here." she handed Sam a thick folder. "That is a document signed by all the members of a few dozen packs of werewolves, it was an agreement between them and some hunter way back when."

"Don't say it like that. Way back when was the 1880's, and the old hunter was Jen's great great something grandfather." Athena chided her sister. Autumn took in her companions for the first time since they returned. Athena had a nice gash at her hair line, a crusted line of blood traveled down to her cheek. Sam had a bloody lip and Dean looked like he'd tried catch a pig in the pigpen, she could only imagine what sort of wounds were hiding under the coat of mud.

"Alright. I'll go get us some silver bullets, you three get showered and patch each other up." Autumn started for the door, John quickly followed. She paused only at the door to shrug on her coat and grab her handgun, tucking it in the back of her jeans. "I'll be back in a hour." She dove into the snowy oblivion beyond the door and disappeared before she got down the steps.

"Dean, you stink, so get off my couch and get your ass in the shower." Athena teased pushing herself up on the coffee table.

"Think she's heard from Dad?" Sam asked watching his brother try to pierce Athena with his glare.

"I don't know." she grabbed for her sister's book. "Well that's fitting." she turned the book for the others to see "Blood and Chocolate."

"What's it about?"

"Dean, shower. It's about a pack of werewolves who are involved with the murders of a couple of humans."

"Fine, but I won't like it." Dean gave up on his glaring and left for the bathroom.

"I never asked you to like it." Athena called after him.

"So, Lena's?"

"A good werewolf?" Athena laughed. "She's the best. Her uncle was the leader when we met up with the pack. He was fighting a lost cause, basically. His pack had taken in a few strays, who turned out to be runaways from another pack. The strays had a taste for human blood and quickly inflicted the taste on several members of Lena's pack. Before long they were hunting humans like crazy. No one anywhere was safe."

"You said you and Autumn had never gone solo on a case until the werewolf?" Sam asked watching Athena as she added wood to the fire and tried to busy herself.

"Yea, we'd been tracking a couple of werewolves for Raining Cloud. He was off on a hunt of his own at the time, we'd been told only to fight if our lives depended on it. The rogue werewolves showed up in the little town we were in, we took a few out and they moved on. I guess we got caught up in the hunt and followed them, until they reached Lena's pack." Athena put a hand to her head and wobbled a little.

"Teenie, sit down. You're going to hurt yourself." Sam instructed standing up and taking his fellow hunter's arm. He led her to the couch and sat down next to her. "What happened when you got to Lena's pack?"

"Not much. We got there too late to prevent anything. We, somehow, ended up almost a week behind the strays. By the time we got to the pack they had them started on human flesh. All we could do was call in Raining Cloud and stop as many as possible until then." she got a faint smile. "Raining Cloud couldn't make it so he sent Will."

"Who is Raining Cloud?" Sam asked. Athena curled into him and laid her head on his shoulder.

"Jen and Will's father, Red Raining Cloud. But the kids dropped the Cloud part, said it made it too obvious that they were Native American." Athena rolled her eyes. "They were always trying to get hunters out here without them coming looking for someone to listen to the forest and tell them where the deer runs." Sam laughed.