So I know you're probably wondering why I'm writing another new story when I haven't even finished my other stories. Well the reason is because I had an idea at work that's a little Halloween themed that revolves around Danielle and the Titans. And so here we are with an awesome story to get us all ready for the upcoming, frightening festivities. So, ONWARD!

Chapter 1: Sniffing Around

As the rain poured down over the busy metropolis that was Jump City, a young girl walked, making her way toward the bay. Or, more accurately, the large, T shaped tower that sat in the middle of it. The waves were in an uproar as they crashed onto the shores of Titan's Island, though she paid little attention to that. Her breath came out in smoking puffs of thin air in the late fall evening, causing her to wrap herself tighter in her small red jacket. It was one of the few possessions she owned, and held a lot of meaning from the person who had given it to her, and as much as she wanted to go to him for help, she was in deeper trouble then she had been in ever before. She knew that if she went to him, she's only cause him more strife with her problems that seemed to follow her. Literally. One of the many reasons that she wasn't particularly happy about the down pour, erasing all the smells around and leaving a thick aroma of nothing but the scent of rain in the air.

The problem wasn't the rain. No, she was ok with it for the most part, even if it continued to saturate her clothes and chill her to the bone while sticking her onyx colored hair to her face. Of course, with her standing on the pier directly above the shoreline, the only other smells she could get was the salt of the bay as it rose from the sand and the sea below.

"There it is," she said, gripping her backpack's straps. "Titans Tower." With a quick look around to be sure no one was in sight or in the area this late at night, a white ring appeared around her waist before dividing into two separate ones. The first slowly fell to the ground while the other rose above her head, leaving her in a black and white jumpsuit. Her stark white hair stood out brightly in the night sky as did her glowing green eyes. Slowly lifting herself off the ground, the girl soared over the bay, heading for the island as fast as possible. "I doubt that they've been able to keep up with me, but after that surprise attack last week, I'm not taking any chances. Especially in this weather," she mumbled.

Landing, she walked up the muddy path, a flash of lightning streaking through the sky followed by a monstrous thunder clap. The girl clinched her fists, trying to keep her nerves down; she wasn't a weakling, and she sure wouldn't act like one just because she was asking for help from a group teenaged superheroes. Even though their reputation did make them seem a bit intimidating. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. This wasn't the time to be worrying about things like intimidation. She should've been thinking about how grateful she was that she made it here, in one piece, and earlier then she expected. With a deep, cold intake of breath, she raised her fist and began to pound on the strong, reinforced steel door that stood before her.

"Hello? Anyone here?" she called, waiting for a few seconds, but hearing nothing other than the soft patter of the rain as it fell to the ground. With a scowl on her face, she brought her fist up again and began to bang harder on the door. "Hello!? Open up! You've got a guest outside!" Again, she was only met with silence. She was beginning to wonder if they were ignoring her or if they could hear her at all. As she gazed up, she realized just how big the Tower actually was. Though, if they knew that they couldn't hear the door all the way down there, wouldn't they think to put a doorbell or a camera as a way to see who and when someone was there? Of course that seemed ridiculous. They lived in a Tower on a deserted island in the middle of a bay. How often could they get visitors, and at this time of night no less? Though as she thought about it, the last time she checked, it wasn't too late, not even midnight yet. It'd be strange for them to be sleeping already, though the absence of light did seem to favor that theory more than the others.

"Maybe I should just go inside?" she thought out loud, but quickly ruled out that idea. She was here to get their help. Breaking and entering their home was definitely not a way to get on their good side. "I should at least fly up and see if I can even see anyone inside. Maybe I'll get lucky and one of them will still be awake."

As she prepared to take to the sky once more, she froze, her body going stiff and eyes growing wide as the sound of thunder ruptured through the air. But that wasn't the sound that caused this reaction. A loud roar crashed against her eardrums as the wind carried it before it turned into a high pitched howl that was easily recognizable to anyone. To everyone else, it was the tell tale sign that there was a wolf somewhere near. But to her, it was something even more deadly. It was both a locator call and a battle cry, a warning to her. It was the sound she had been dreading and trying to get away from for so long: the sound of one of her pursuers. That only meant one thing. She had been caught.

"No…" she whispered, her eyes still wide as she looked all around her in a panic, her pulse quickening as the adrenaline pumped into her veins, trying to ready her for whichever choice she would make. Fight or flight. "No! NO! They can't be here!" she screamed as she backed up. Her back came into contact with the cold metal of the Titans front door. Her breath came out in scared gasps.

She didn't know what to do. She could try to fight them off, but alone, she stood no chance. Maybe against one of them she could win, but even then, it was no guarantee. Knowing her luck, he sent all his best after her. She could try to run. With the rain masking her scent, all she'd have to do was go invisible, and disappear. But that didn't mean that she was in the clear. Knowing her luck, they were close and already had an eye on her, meaning that they would know that she came here, and would be watching it. And it wasn't like Titans Tower was an inconspicuous place. The second that she showed back up, they'd be there waiting for her. That only left her with one choice.

"HELP!" She screeched at the top of her lungs, praying that one would help her. Oh how she wished she had developed her ghostly vocal attack already. She could say without a doubt that if she did that, it would wake up the sleeping Titans even if they were dead. Turning back to the door, she began pounding away at it, paying absolutely no attention to the fact that she was leaving dents in it. "HELP ME! SOMEONE, PLEASE!"

A bark caught her attention as she whipped around to face the same direction she had come from. She could feel her heart almost stop before her anger began to rise at who she saw. There, standing on the same pier she had been on minutes before, was one of the many she had been trying to flee from. The white fur almost glittered as the rain hit it, turning into small flakes of snow that blended into the soft white fluff. Its ears were folded over, pointing back as its vicious canine teeth were bared over its curled lip. The most unsettling thing, however, were its cold, blue eyes. The same color that she remembered from the last time she had seen him. A low growl rumbled in its throat before it opened its mouth and barked at her again.

Her hands shook as she stood there, though this time not from fear. As she stared at the wolf across from her, her eyes changed from a once vibrant, lime green to a deep, shimmering purple. Opening her mouth, she took a deep breath as she tried to focus on the power that started to course through her. She would show no fear. Not to this…creature that stood, watching her. She would not show weakness, even if that meant that she would have to fight on her own.

"I hate you!" she shouted, her voice echoing over the now calm terrain. If not for the fact that she was staring down her possible end, she would have found it both mesmerizing and a bit frightening that the storm had calmed from the creature's call. "You're nothing but his little lap dog!"

The wolf growled in rage at her, barking again as if communicating with her. She knew that she had only pissed him off more with her comment, but the site of him alone was enough to nearly send her off the edge. Of all the wolves that had been sent to pursue her, he was her least favorite. She had not forgotten what he had did nor what he had said to her when he tried to reason with her to come back with them peacefully. Of course, they both knew that she wasn't going to and that she wasn't going to make this easy for him. She leaned forward, her gaze never leaving his as she narrowed her eyes.

"You think you're so tough?" she taunted. "Then come and fight me! Right here, right now, one on one."

Once more, he barked at her, causing her to get even angrier. He was mocking her! And not only was he mocking her, he was acting as if she wasn't even worth the trouble! He was trying to get her riled up to come to the main land, to make a stupid mistake, and it was obvious why. He was trying to get her to walk into an ambush. Though she was fairly certain that the others who were with him were not there yet, she knew it wouldn't be long before they were. If she fell for that, she'd be out numbered in an instant. To make matters worse, she didn't even know how many of them had been sent to get her. Though she doubted it was more than six (which would have seemed excessive if she didn't have her powers), she could think of at least one other person who was here besides him, and she wasn't too keen on giving that bitch (one of the few times she was using the word as more than a swear) the chance to attack her from behind.

Of course she wasn't exactly playing fair herself. She had been stalling in the hopes that all their commotion would get the attention of the Titans, or at least the general public. Either would do, really. If the Titans showed up, she could finally feel safe and hope that they could help her. If the public showed up, she knew the wolves would go into hiding, buying her more time, something she needed, regardless of how little it would be.

The two continued to stare at each other for minutes, neither moving more than a few inches. The wolf slowly shifted into a pouncing position while she shifted her feet to counter, hands at the ready. It wouldn't take much for him to make his way over to the island; a few simple jumps on the water and he was there. The second his paws touched the ground is the moment she would strike.

Just as he launched himself, about to touch the water, a loud boom erupted behind him. Both turned up to see a bright succession of lights in the sky that resembled fireworks. Except they didn't expand into smaller parts, simply fading away before followed by another set of lights. As her anger subsided slightly, her eyes turning back to their original green color, her face becoming void of any emotion as she gazed at the wolf who, finally bringing his attention back from the distraction, only looked back at her. They could both hear the sounds of people running and screaming, cars crashing and lots of explosions.

With a growl and a roar, the wolf looked at her once more, a threat lacing his voice. Their time together had ended, but this wouldn't be the last she saw of him or the others that were accompanying him. She knew that this was true, and though she was relieved and felt somewhat victorious, she kept her face void of any readable emotion other then annoyance.

"Trust me, I know. And next time, I'll be ready. I won't bow like some helpless dog," she said. The wolf stared for only a second more before howling and dashing into a dark alley. Not even a full ten seconds later, a group of dock workers rode by on their forklifts. But she didn't concern herself with them, only the shadowy entrance at which he departed before sighing and shaking her head. "And I really wish you hadn't either." Deciding that staying around there was not going to get her anywhere (not to mention her hero complex was kicking in once more), she let the cool feeling of her body vanishing wash over her before flying up and toward the source of the light show.

In the alley, the wolf trudged along at a slow pace, his mind going back to the condescending look on the girl's face. He hated the look. It was the same look she had given him before she left, the same look she gave him when he tried to get her to turn back before it was too late, and the same look she was giving him now. What gave her the right? Because she thought she was so much better than him? Was he worth less because he did what he had to survive? He didn't know what it was, but it made his blood boil, and he was sure he'd wipe that look off her face. As much as he cared for the girl and how close they had been before, he had his orders and she needed to be caught, whether he liked it or not.

Turning a corner, he came into another alley way much like the others, except this one was occupied by a girl who wore a smirk on her face as she leaned against the wall with her arms crossed. It didn't take much for him to recognize her. She was in the same skin tight jeans she was always in and the same black corset that pushed up her cleavage till it was practically in everyone's faces. Over the corset was her cut off leather jacket while over the legs of her jeans were covered by her three inch wedge heel boots that came to her knees. Her skin was a light tan color and flawless, one of the many perks that came with their kind. Her eyes were a light green color while her hair was a shimmering blonde color, making it quite obvious why she was the most sought after female, though she never let anyone forget it either way.

"So," she said, her voice coming out smoothly on the wind that blew past them, "did you get her?"

The wolf looked at her, teeth bared before a soft swish sound came from him. Slowly, the fur began to recede, leaving light brown skin. His long white mane transformed into shoulder length black dread locks while his long snout shrunk and changed into a human face. His eyes, however, remained the same blue as before, a curse he would forever have to live with though he hardly paid it any attention. As he stood, the blonde girl gave him a good look over. He was wearing his usual colors; black and blue with a hint of white somewhere, though he was much more dressed then usual. As he usually walked around in shorts, he now stood in black cargo pants held up by a white belt. His shirt was still blue, but tonight he adorned a black vest to match his wrist bands and boots. Her scanning stopped as she looked at the annoyed look on his face before he began to walk past her.

"Do I look like I got her?" he grumbled angrily. "She was on that stupid T shaped island."

"You mean Titans Island?" his partner asked, smirk still on her face.

"Yes, that one."

"Interesting. And…why exactly would she be going to Titans Island?" she fake questioned, knowing it was pissing him off to no end.

"Probably trying to contact the Teen Titans," he said, stopping in his path as he tried to keep calm. This was exactly why he didn't want her to come; all she did was judge, annoy and flirt with everyone she could. If it wasn't for her savage nature during battle, she'd be nothing more than another Delta wolf in the pack, trying to gain some ground by being manipulative. Unfortunately for him, she was one of the few Betas like himself, except that she made it blaringly obvious she was trying to gain the favor of many others, including the Alpha. It was a very well known fact that she was very promiscuous before she had been changed, and that was a fact that still seemed to be relevant, though her standards seemed to have gone up slightly as she was known to tease the lower wolves. Though most of the males were smart enough to know not to try anything with her.

"And what would she want with them?"

"I don't know, and I don't care. Either way, we need to stop her. Soon."

She walked up to him, hand sliding over his shoulder as her fingers danced about his person. Putting her lips close, she whispered into his ear. "So you don't care that she's trying to get help in stopping us from tearing her into…little...tiny…pieces?" she said, accenting every last word.

He had had enough of her, roughly grabbing her and roaring in her face, his fangs growing and claws drawn for only a moment before going back to their normal size. It was a known fact on both their parts that he was stronger than her, so the fact that she was pushing her own luck with his temper in its current state was simply a mystery to him.

"This isn't the time for any of your stupid games, Jessica!" he yelled, gripping her hand harder. To any normal person, they'd be on their knees, begging and crying for him to release the painful hold. But Jessica held her head high, though she had to admit he was definitely causing her pain and he was strong for his age. With a quick shove, her let her go, causing her to stumble backwards as she grasped her wrist that not only hurt, but was near frozen from the surge of arctic power he was using. "The full moon is in less than four days."

"And the others will be here by then," she reassured. "You've already given out the call and the location. Now all we have to do is wait."

"The more we wait, the better chance we have of losing her, and you and I both know that Jason will skin us alive if we don't catch her."

"I still don't see why you're freaking out. It's just one girl. Even with her powers, she can't take all of us. She hasn't even gained full control yet without the help of a higher ranking member. With the moon, she stands no chance of keeping herself under control."

"Not alone, she can't. But if she were to get help from that green shapeshifter who can turn into animals, she could wipe us all out. Can you imagine what would happen if she could use her powers while transformed? We let her get the Teen Titans involved, then not only will things get more complicated, but it could lead to more problems. We need to take care of her sooner rather than later."

"Is that why you volunteered to come after her?" Jessica asked in full seriousness.

The boy said nothing. He knew why he had come, but she didn't need to know that. None of them did. "I'm a Beta. A second in command. One of his generals. It's my job to make sure that things are taken care of the way Jason wants them," he said, turning away from her.

"So this has nothing to do with your past with her?" The boy remained silent, his gaze to the wet ground of the alley. "Wayne?" she called out.

"I'm doing what needs to be done, regardless of how I feel about her or our history," he said, still facing forward. "She was given a chance to return and make this all go away. Now, her fate is sealed." Without another word, Wayne began to walk into the dark of the night, Jessica following close behind. "Danielle Fenton is going to pay for betraying her pack."