Rose awoke to find herself chained to the wall along with the rest of the missing staff of the household. After groaning a little and getting her bearings, she looked around the cellar to see a cage in the middle of the room, next to the window, with a young monk sitting peacefully inside it. Another cage was further back, more out of the way, and in that one was a scared looking young man with his knees up to his chest, rocking slightly and looking worriedly at the staff, sometimes shooting fearful glances at the caged monk.

A woman dressed nicer than the others warned her, "Don't make a sound. They said if we scream or shout, they will slaughter us all."

Rose looked at her incredulously. "But they're in cages. They're prisoners, same as us."

"They are nothing like us," the lady said gravely, with an undertone of fear. Rose turned back to the cages and the calm monk slowly opened his eyes, revealing them to be all back. Rose gasped and stood up, moving towards the monk's cage.

"Don't, child," the lady warned, but Rose ignored her.

"Who are you?" asked Rose slowly, continuing even as the steward warned her. "Where are you from? You're not from earth; what planet are you from?"

The monk looked directly at her. "Ooh, intelligence," it cooed approvingly, and Rose noticed how the other caged boy whimpered slightly when it started talking.

"Where were you born?" Rose rephrased, sending the scared young man an encouraging look as she continued talking with the closer alien.

"This body? Ten miles away. A weakling, heartsick boy, stolen away at night by the brethren for my cultivation. I carved out his soul and sat in his heart," he said softly, his voice never wavering. By now, Rose was pretty sure that the caged young men were not the same species. The monk was acting as if nothing at all was amiss, while the other was clearly frightened, but nevertheless trying to keep calm.

Rose continued to question the thing. "All right, so the body's human. But what about you, the thing inside?"

"So far from home," it whispered wistfully. Rose thought this was promising; they could help it.

"If you want to get back home, we can help," she voiced her thoughts, hoping it would take the deal.

But the thing crushed her hope with its reply, "Why would I leave this place? A world of industry, of workforce and warfare. I could turn it to such purpose."

"Why would you do that?" she questioned, hoping to learn its intentions.

The answer was slightly worrying, but Rose hoped she could still reason with it, "I would migrate to the Holy Monarch."

"You mean Queen Victoria?" she pressed.

"With one bite, I would pass into her blood, and then it begins. The Empire of the Wolf. Many questions." All right, so negotiation was out the window. Rose knew it was never that easy, but she was hoping that the alien wouldn't be hostile. She and several other staff jumped slightly when it lunged forward in its cage, and she could see the other caged teen flinch with the movement.

"Look, inside your eyes. You've seen it too."

"Seen what?" Rose questioned.

"The wolf," it answered, "there is something of the wolf about you."

Rose was confused by this, "I don't know what you mean."

"You burnt like the sun, but all I require is the moon," it said cryptically. The caged teenager starts whimpering louder than before, and Rose looks over to him in worry.

"Are you alright?" she asks, but he seems to be too afraid to answer, and Rose vaguely notices how the whimpering he makes sounds like a dog's.

The cellar doors abruptly fly open, flooding moon light into both cages. While the alien lets out a delighted whisper of "moonlight," the other young man is muttering under his breath, "No, please no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

This prompts Rose to be concerned for him even more, but quickly snaps into action when she realizes both of them are beginning to transform. She instructs the servants to begin pulling on the chain, and puts all her might into getting free, while she hears the agonized cries of one of the men. Probably the scared one, she guesses.

As she starts counting to get them to pull on time, Rose notes that both are fully transformed. The monk is now gone and in his place is the stereotypical werewolf, which is examining its paws. But in the other cage, there was a differently shaped werewolf. It was smaller and skinnier, with longer arms and legs. It looked like more of a cross between a human and wolf, instead of an anthropomorphic wolf like the alien. It was also panicking and growling with a wild look in its eyes, trying to escape the cage while simultaneously get away from the larger werewolf. It put its ears back, let out something between a whimper and a growl, and smashed itself into the furthest wall from the other werewolf of its cage.

Just as the chain breaks free, the Doctor bursts in, along with another man.

"Where have you been?" she questions him, annoyed, happy, and panicked all at once.

The Doctor ignores her question in favor or looking at the two werewolves in awe. "Oh, that's beautiful!" he larger werewolf breaks out of its cage and the Doctor snaps out of his stupor, helping Rose and the man get everybody out.

Once everyone is gone from the cellar, he stares at the two werewolves for a moment in admiration. The smaller one is still desperately trying to get away from the larger one, lowering itself as a show of submission. He ducks a piece of crate thrown at him and quickly follows the rest of the people.

~MSW~

While Lady Isobel is retreating to safety with the girls, the Doctor is removing the shackles with his sonic screwdriver. "It could be any form of light modulated species triggered by specific wavelengths, obviously different species to each other though. Did they say what they wanted?"

Rose answered quickly, "Big one did. The Queen, the Crown, the Throne - you name it. The little one didn't say anything, he looked scared," her concern for the young man seeping through into her voice.

"Yes, that one was very terrified, especially of the larger one," the Doctor mused, but promptly runs off at the sound of a crash. Seeing the werewolf at the end of the passageway, he grabs Rose and runs.

~MSW~

The Doctor, Rose, Queen Victoria, and Sir Robert are all stuck in library, shifting through books for any information on the werewolf.

"I don't get it, Doctor," Rose began, "I mean, I can get why they'd have the Lupine Wavelength Haemo-whatever, but what about that other one? He didn't even escape his cage, and he was just a kid before he transformed. Younger than me, even, and scared right out of his mind."

The Doctor nodded thoughtfully while he paged through a book. "Well, they did worship the werewolf, and if they found another one I suppose they would worship it as well. He was possibly kept as a pack mate to the other werewolf; he was very submissive."

Rose simply nodded, her mind going back to the whimpering teenager. She hoped that after all this was over, they would be able to help him.

~MSW~

After the werewolf had been dealt with, the Doctor and Rose leave Queen Victoria in the hands of the remaining staff while they both go down to the cellar. The other werewolf was still there, more calm now than it had been with the larger wolf near it.

Rose gasped slightly when she saw the blood, and started forward when she noticed the scratches and bites that the blood originated from, but the Doctor caught her arm and held her back.

"Best we wait 'til morning. We don't know if it's safe," he explained. Rose nodded hesitantly in agreement, the werewolf looking up at them with golden eyes and growling lowly.

~MSW~

The next morning, after being knighted and then banished by the Queen - which confused the Doctor slightly - they returned to the cellar. There was now a teenage boy instead of the werewolf, and it looked like he had attempted to put back on his ripped and tattered clothing, which just barely covered him, but looked to be on the verge of disintegrating.

"Hello," Rose said softly, approaching him slowly. "My name's Rose, that over there's the Doctor."

The boy had his knees up to his chest and his head hung down, and he was rocking silently and shivering from the cold, but also possibly from his fresh wounds. She noticed that he was clutching a thin polished stick tightly in his grasp, so much so that his knuckles were white.

"We can help you," Rose continued, kneeling down in front of his cage. The boy glanced up quickly, and Rose caught a glimpse of vibrant liquid gold eyes.

"Remus," he said quietly, and the Doctor perked up when he heard the boy talk. "My name is Remus."

Rose nodded, then gestured for the Doctor to open the crate. The Doctor complied, coming forward and whipping out his sonic screwdriver.

When the cage opened, Remus came out slowly, still tightly holding his stick. He stared a bit at the sonic screwdriver, but seemed to get over it quickly. He looked at Rose and the Doctor sheepishly and shuffled a bit.

"Sorry," He said apologetically, sounding like he had said it many times before.

"For what?" Rose asked gently.

Remus looked down at his feet. "I could have killed you," he explained. Rose eyes widened in surprise, and the Doctor's curious look became softer and he smiled a bit at the boy.

"Wasn't your fault," He said to him, "You were the one in the cage, and you didn't even hurt anyone. Plus, you can't control it - can you?" the Doctor asked for confirmation.

Remus nodded and looked up. "It happens every full moon," he explained, "I try to be alone when it does."

"Well we can get you home," Rose grinned. "Where and when do you live?"

"And how did you get here?" the Doctor added.

Remus seemed taken aback slightly. "Well - uh - I, I'm, I can't - " Remus took a large breath, seemed to calm himself and center his thoughts, then continued slowly. "I was at school, and my friends were messing about. But something went wrong - there was this portal, and it sucked me in, then I wake up and I'm in the 19th century." He seemed slightly miffed by this, but carried on nonetheless.

"I couldn't find a place for my transformation, so I just went out to the moor, as far away as I could from any people. But when I woke up the next morning, I was in a cage in what I think was a church - 'cause there was monks and all - and they would come in sometimes and chant Latin."

Remus had to pause there, as he was getting slightly worked up, and Rose put a hand on his shoulder supportively. The Doctor smiled at him to show him he was doing well, although internally he was still caught on the 'falling through a portal' part of the story, and the way Remus explained it as if his friends messing around resulted in the portal.

"Then, that other werewolf," Remus shuddered slightly in fear, "I don't know what he was, but it wasn't lycanthropy." The Doctor filed away the word, wondering if that was what Remus was - or had - but didn't interrupt.

"Sometimes they would put me with him on the full moon, and the first time he completely shredded Moony. He was terrified of him afterwards." Remus hugged the stick closer to his body, and it appeared like that was all they were going to get out of him, so the Doctor took over.

"And Moony, who's that?" he asked.

Remus looked slightly embarrassed. "It's what we call my wolf side. My friends came up with it, they call him my 'furry-little-problem'," Remus explained with a ghost of a smile, electing a grin out of the Doctor and Rose.

"Well, we can take you back, can't we Doctor?" Rose directed the last part at him.

The Doctor nodded slightly, "we can certainly try; to the TARDIS!" he grinned