A/N:

Hey this is my second teen titans story but the first one was a poem so this is my first actual STORY for the series. Hope you like it. It wasn't really set at any specific time but I guess it's probably sometime before The Beast Within.

Disclaimer: Don't own teen titans at all though that should be obvious cause if I did there would be MANY more seasons and BB/Rae and Rob/Star moments galore! Now on to the story!

Intro

The sun had just set on another short day and the full moon now hung in it's place in the sky. The crisp winter atmosphere allowed for a clear view of the night sky and the thousands
upon thousands of pin pricks of light visible across the black expanse. Across in the distance lighting up the sky was the faint glow of city lights. In this area the hustle and bustle of the city was far behind and all that was there was the quiet of the countryside. There was a dark forest of evergreen trees covered in the remnants of the new fallen snow.


Beast Boy's POV

Beast Boy loved nights like this when he could roam around, freely, indulging in his animal instincts. He would roam through the trees, enjoying every moment of being in his favorite form; a wolf. He ran through the forest like a ghost, knowing every twist and turn by heart. The cold air was whipping through his green fur, the keen senses of his wolf form taking in an overload of data from all around him; the feel of the wind through his fur, the strong pine smell of the trees, the feel of the dirt hard and cold under his paws from the deep freeze and layer of newly fallen snow. He ran with a purpose, heading for his favorite spot in the whole forest, one of his favorite spots in the whole world. He could see the trees beginning to thin out and a faint light getting closer in the distance. He was close.

Emerging into the moonlit clearing he slowed his pace to a steady trot and went to the middle. The clearing in the forest was filled with the bright light of the full moon contrasting sharply against the inky blackness under the canopy of surrounding evergreens. He sank down onto his haunches in the cold snow covering the ground. His thick fur providing much needed protection from the elements. Breathing in deeply and closing his eyes, he allowed his animal senses to take over completely. His keen nose once again picked up the comforting and familiar scent of the pine trees. His ears pricked forward and he listened to the sounds the night around him. He could hear the faint sound of animals scurrying across the ground. His wolf's stomach growled in hunger at the thought of a easy meal, causing him to inwardly shudder in disgust. He tuned the wolf's senses out and gazed up at the bright orb in the sky. The distant cry of a wolf pack shattered the silence of the clearing. Beast Boy's heart soared with excitement and joy at the sound as it rang out answering them in kind. His voice joined with that of the other wolves as they filled the night with their song.


Hunter's POV

Gazing down into the snowy moonlit clearing from his vantage point high in the tree top he could feel his strength draining with every minute spent in the unbearable cold. He had waited patiently all night for the perfect target to come along into sight and he was growing weary. He gazed up at the sky for a moment taking note of the thousands of stars that could be seen. The full moon illuminated the sky with its bright glow. The cold metal in his grip was freezing his already numb digits. He rubbed his hands together for warmth and turned his gaze back to the clearing. His eyes widened in relief at the shadowy shape entering the clearing from the darkness of the trees. A wolf… just what he had been waiting for. All he had to do was finish and get out of there. He watched carefully as the creature entered into the light of the clearing and his breath caught. What wolf was this to be such a strange color? His hear raced with excitement at the thought of bagging such an unusual trophy for his collection. Despite his excitement he exercised self control and patience. He had waited too long to risk this on being too eager so he waited for the perfect moment to strike. Not only was the animal's color so unique but his behavior was so strange for a wolf. Where was his pack? Why was he just sitting in the clearing? He pushed aside these questions and focused on his goal. He raised the laser scope of his rifle to his eye and aimed for the green animal.


Beast Boy's POV

Through the wolf's nocturnal instincts Beast Boy could feel himself growing tired from the late hour. He gazed up at the night sky one last time then finally got up on all four of his powerful legs. The slight breeze shifted directions and a new scent filled his nostrils, one that cause his fur to instinctively bristle and his ear to flatten back against his head. He bared his teeth and emitted a low growl. Beast Boy knew something was wrong, his wolf senses and instincts were on high alert for danger. He felt like someone was watching him.


Hunter's POV

Up in the trees the man continued to watch the strange wolf, his gun raised into position and ready to fire at a moments notice. His eagerness was starting to get the better of him. Any minute now and he would have the perfect opportunity to take down his new trophy. Being an experience hunter such as himself he was very good at positioning himself upwind from the his targets, but as he felt the slight breeze shift directions he knew instantly that he had to act fast. As he saw the wolf ears flatten and heard the growl rumble from its chest, he knew the creature had picked up his scent. As his eyes met that of the wolf's he felt himself hesitate. There was something distinctly intelligent about its gaze, almost human, as he saw the emotions play out in its eyes. Confusion, shock, and finally, fear and understanding. He finger already on the trigger, he squeezed and fired ignoring the uneasy feelings.

Beast Boy's POV

A faint snow began to fall as Beast Boy's eyes scanned the trees for signs of the danger that his wolf senses had told him was lurking somewhere in the darkness. His enhanced night vision picked up a large shadow in the trees with a pin prick of red light coming from it. He stared at it intently trying to process the image. Beast Boy's eyes widened as he caught the glint of a pair of human eyes and the metallic gleam of the rife. Everything went silent in the clearing and time seemed to slow down. He stared into the hunger's gaze and felt his heart thundering in his chest. With no time to react a loud explosion broke the silence of the night and echoed off the trees. He felt an excruciating pain rip through his furry chest and an ear splitting howl of agony tore from his throat. He felt a liquid fire running through his veins, his mind clouding with pain. What had happened? He couldn't remember, with the pain fogging up his thought and overriding his common sense. He felt something stick and wet matting his fur down and gazed down seeing a large red stain running down his green coat and staining the once white snow a bright crimson. His eyes widened as his thoughts began to come together through the haze of pain. He'd been shot by a hunter! He saw the darkness beginning to seep thought the corners of his vision as he fought to stay conscious. His body weakening with the loss of his blood.


Hunter's POV

The hunter watched as the bullet impacted the wolf's chest with a spray of blood and smiled in triumph and pride. The earsplitting howl of agony rang out loud through the night. He watched the wounded animal struggle and knew it wouldn't be long now. He climbed down from his tree stand, not fearing anything from the wounded wolf. It was far too injured to cause him any harm. Despite his belief that it was harmless now, he still approached with caution, his gun held in both hands. Stepping slowly over the snow he began to cover the distance between himself and the wolf.


Beast Boy's POV

Beast Boy heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching him through the snow. The crunching sound of snow and ice bringing him out of his haze of pain. He turned his head and stared menacingly at the hunter. The wolf's instincts of survival were becoming stronger and stronger. Fight! Kill! Survive! The pain of the wound only served to enrage his wolf's mind even more. The instinct to lash out become overpowering as the man drew closer. He felt himself growl deep from his chest as he got into a position of attack. His instincts took over. The "fight or flight" response kicked in and since he couldn't run he fought. Beast Boy felt his mind go numb as the wolf took over and lunged at the man who was now so near to him. He clamped his powerful jaws down onto the man's arm shaking his head viciously. A spray of blood came from the now ruined extremity. The man screamed out in pain and with his good arm used the gun as a club and tried to beat the wolf off of him. Beast Boy ignored the blows and continued to attack this time trying to lunge for the man's throat. With one last attempt the man swung the rifle and hit the wolf across the head. With a whimper of pain both from the bullet wound and the beating he sank limply to the ground. He felt himself change back unconsciously to his normal form falling to his knees in the red snow. His gaze grew darker as he began to loose his battle to retain consciousness. His last thought being of his friends, the Teen Titans. The man's eyes widened in horror and the wolf before him changed form from wolf into a young green teenager. What was this? What had just happened? The man remembered the stories his friends had told him about a group of teen heroes who protected their city. It must've been one of those Teen Titans his hunting buddies had told him about. He wrapped his coat around his wounded arm and ran as fast as he could, disappearing into the darkness of the trees.

Beast Boy opened his eyes slowly as he came back to consciousness. Snow was falling heavy all around him as he lay on the ground flat on his back. Looking up he noticed clouds covering the sky and all around was pitch black. He shivered, his teeth chattering violently. His body numb with the harsh winter chill. He tried to sit up and cried out in agony as fire burned through his chest and back. His head screamed out in protest. He looked down with his eyes careful not to move his head. A ragged hole through his uniform and crimson stain dripping down brought back a wave of memories and nausea. He saw the blood on the snow around him. As he recalled the events that had let to his current condition, fury race through his mind along with the pain. He wasn't some dumb animal yet that hunter had shot him like nothing more than another trophy. With his vision still swimming from the loss of blood, he grabbed the communicator from his waist in a shaky grip. He could feel his mind beginning to slip back into unconsciousness as darkness again began to creep into the corners of his vision and take over. He pressed the distress signal on his communicator and once again sank into oblivion. His communicator began to beep steadily and flash a tiny red light. The homing signal was turned on and hopefully help would be on the way.

A/N
OK this was just the first chapter. I will hopefully be adding more soon as I am currently in the process of writing. Since I'm not finished with it yet I am completely open to suggestions. But I will say this... If there are any pairings at all I am a die hard BB/Rae fan and a Star/Rob fan. So if you have any suggestions, comments, or constructive criticism... feel free! That last part was originally the start of chapter 2 but I decided to include it in this chapter instead.