Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Blood and Chocolate. It belongs to Annette Kurtis Clause. I only own my charries(Such as Khloe and Riker) so please do not take them without my permission.

This is my first Blood and Chocolate fan fiction, and I'm really hoping that it goes over well..or at least, half-way well. I know there are a couple grammer errors; you can point these out and suggest anything you wish.

The setting of this ficcy is seventeen years after Aiden shoots Vivian

The silvery light of the full moon broke the darkness of the night; it's white tendrils reaching across the ground, like some pale hand grabbing at the blackness, trying to push it back The forest was deathly quiet, and nearly deserted. It was as if the inhabitants of the wood had retreated to their homes for the night, to escape the coming danger that only animals would know about. Except for a pair of human. The light cast it's glow on the pair, their forms silhouetted on the grass. Their breathing came in short panted bouts, and it seemed like they were trying to slow it to a minimum; they didn't want their presence known in this forest. The bigger form whispered hoarsely to his companion, his voice purely masculine and deep. "Khloe, get ready."

The younger human, a girl of maybe sixteen nodded. Khloe knew when to keep silent; tonight was one of them. After all, this was the prey the duo had been chasing for two weeks now, taking them all over the countryside and beyond. Tonight they had cornered him; and this time he would be theirs for the taking. But even though he was trapped, Khloe knew better then to doubt his kinds power. He was going to be at his strongest this evening, but they had to catch him tonight. Otherwise the creature would run free through the country, terrorizing the poor residents there. Khloe sighed, her ice blue eyes flashing fire at the thought of the beast.
'Well, if all goes according to plan, no one will be harmed tonight. At least, not one of our kind; just the filthy animal'

Another voice crept into her head though, it's tone mocking and childish. 'Oh, and you're so sure are you? What if this one fights back? What if you make a mistake, like you did with Kyle?'
Khloe's eyes watered and she wiped the tears away with the back of her gloved hand. She'd been done with crying for two years now since her brother's death. It was time to move on.
As though to reassure herself, she cast a glance to the leather bags nearby, and confidence surged through her. Khloe reached over and took a hold of her gun, cocking it with a tiny click. 'This time, they'll be the ones to die.' A sudden shaking in the bushes about ten feet ahead made Khloe's attention turn to the rustling and her companion stiffened beside her.
"Get ready, Khloe. He's here."

Slowly, a figure emerged from the bushes, unidentifiable in the night's grip. The older man's eyes glistened with malicious as the shadowy animal stepped into the moonlight. Khloe gasped in spite of herself at the creature's appearance. It was a large wolf with broad shoulders that were enlarged by muscles rippling under it's midnight black pelt; it's muzzle was narrow and sharply pointed, with tiny tuffs of sleek snow white fur raised above his golden eyes. To any untrained eyes, it would seem like any ordinary wolf, only just on the bigger side. But to those who know better, this creature could not possibly be a wolf. No, indeed; its legs were too long and wiry; it's paws about the size of outstretched hands, and it's back paws the size of a teenaged boy's feet. The wolf-creature's eyes held an intelligent fire; one that could burn and was so human like in the way that it could show emotions and carry it's feelings through them.

Quietly, the wolf-creature turned its regal head to the pair, as if he knew they were there, just sitting there watching him. Khloe's friend took his gun silently, his eyes locked on his prey.
"When I give the signal, fire the tranquilizer darts." He said softly. Khloe nodded, and aimed her gun at the beast's hind flanks. But suddenly, the beast growled loudly; the wind had shifted, carrying the humans' scent to his nose and his fierce golden eyes sharpened intently.
Realizing the tide had turned, the man cocked his gun and roared to Khloe.
"SHOOT!"

Khloe instantly fired, like it was a second instinct. Yet somehow, the creature dodged the dart, muzzle twisted in a snarl and headed to the safety of the sheltered forest, though it was running to spare the humans, not from fear. The beast knew he could kill them both with a single bite; or even worse, turn them into…. one of his kind.
Khloe jumped up, gun in hand, and started to go after the wolf, heart pounding from the wild adrenaline rush. A commanding voice made halt her though, and she span around to face its owner. "Khloe, let him go. That one's gotten away again; nothing we can do."

A stocky well muscled man was standing in the shadows of the trees, hands on his hips in a way that stated plainly, 'Don't mess with me.' He had the appearance of a biker; his leather jacket and faded blue jeans were well worn. His hair had once been long, almost like a retro hippie, but had been cut into a military buzz cut. Once long ago he'd been clothed in bright vivid colors, brightening his blue eyes. But now, he wore only jeans and that same black biker's jacket everyday. Khloe's dad had owned a languid life style, but that was only what she'd heard. Never had she experienced it. Dreamy eyes had been replaced with sharp ones that took in everything with contempt. Or nearly, everything except his teenage daughter.
"Daddy!" Khloe exclaimed in surprise, placing her gun carelessly on the ground before being swept into her father's arms. Khloe's father buried his face in her tawny hair and said with a voice thick with emotion, "I'm back, baby. Just as I told you, right?" Khloe nodded, too happy too speak. The other man came over and shook hands roughly with his best friend. "Hey Jem, nice try on that shot," Dad greeted warmly, "And thanks for taking care of Khloe for me while I was hunting in Pennsylvania. Got a good number of the beasts."
Jem grinned crookedly. "Nice. But I didn't fire the shot; your daughter did that."

"Just like her old pop, huh? Hunting the loups-garoux can be very difficult, but you're your daddy's girl."
Khole blushed and giggled at her father's compliments. Jem smiled and clapped his buddy on his shoulder.
"Come on bub, let's go celebrate. For getting that stupid werewolf next time, hmm?" The men roared with laughter and gathered up their supplies.
Khloe sighed contently, then looked back to the woods. Her thoughts went back to the prey they had lost, and she frowned from a bit of anger and frustration. 'I'll get you soon, wolf-boy.' Khloe thought solemnly her eyes blazing blue fire, 'No matter how long you hide, I'll find you. Then I'll revenge my mother and brother, you'll see. My father and I will do it together. Teagues can't be evaded easily'

"Hey Khole, come on you slow poke. We're going to get something to eat, don't wanna be left behind do you?" Khloe Teague grinned and raced after her father. He let her scramble in Jem's truck, then closed the door with a bang.
From the trees a spine-chilling howl erupted, the tenor voice rising and falling. Aiden Teague's eyes narrowed in hatred at the sound and a single word escaped his lips,
"Vivian.."
Then Aiden leapt into the trunk, the werewolf's howl echoing behind them like a curse.

Any comments or reviews are much appreciated. Thanks much

Maddy