I do not claim Teen Titans, or anything to do with werewolves.

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Summary:

A new threat has risen near Jump City and slowly progresses towards it. These new foes are dangerous, sly and crafty, with new tricks all the time to try and outwit everybody. Their plan is evil and when they take down a Titan, can the others save her? Or will they stop the enemies before its to late. Either way, their time is going to run out.

If they save her, their enemy will take everybody from the city, but if they save the city, their friend will be lost forever. What means more to the Titans: friendship, or loyalty? And what is stronger to Beast Boy: love, or devotion? BBxRae.

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Somewhere in the forest nearby a city, an owl called out into the darkness. Its large eyes scanned the terrain before they keenly spotted a plump vole scurrying as fast as its tiny legs could carry it towards its burrow. Its small body quivered with fear of predators that it could sense, but its fear blocked out the hooting of the owl and everything about it. Something was following after it and it was intent on escaping, but it never made it.

Silent and graceful, without another noise the owl swooped down, plucking the vole from the earth in its large, sharp talons. Its wings beat the air to carry it back to the branch.

Quieter and faster than the owl, a dark shape pounced at the creature; its prey. Fangs glinted, claws sharp and ready to tear through those feathers, it landed on the owl's back. With a call of surprise, the owl plummeted to the ground, vole and all.

Teeth ripped the feathers and flesh from the owl after it had been laid to rest. When nothing was left of the owl but a carcass and feathers, it devoured the vole with hungry gulps.

Pricking its ears, it turned around as it swallowed the last of the vole. Its eyes met with another pair of eyes and it cocked its head intently. With a motion from the other, it morphed into a male human with shaggy brown hair. The other followed in suit; a male as well, but his hair was longer and it was ruffled. Brushing the black hair over his shoulder, the second male straightened, addressing for the other to come with him.

He turned, walking away closer to the edge of the forest near the city. Brushing the dirt off of his torn clothes, the brown-haired male followed the other in bare feet, until he was ordered to stop.

"Watch the pack," growled the male before him. "That city down there; it houses many with amazing powers. Tell them another will soon be joining us."

"What do you mean?" inquired the first.

"I mean that I'm going hunting, idiot!" snapped the human. "It's high about time I found a new mate. Those other females are bitches. I will retrieve a new one. One with great powers that will finally make us successful."

He licked his lips, hungry for power. His green eyes blazed bright in the darkness, with a fire of fierce determination, ambition and greed. The brown-haired male gawked at him with confusion in his eyes and puzzlement written all over his face.

"What do you mean by that? Do you mean you're going to die soon or something? You're so young; not to mention you were just pronounced leader two days ago!" he whined with exasperation.

"Idiot!" hissed the leader, glaring at the deep, brown eyes. "Only one thing can kill us: silver! We are immortal and I am by far younger than you. I mean to success us in killings; murder, homicide, whatever the hell you bastards want to call it!"

His hands folded into tight fists that he held close to his sides. His long, sharp fingernails bit into the flesh of his palms, piercing the sensitive skin. Blood dripped down his hand and arm, but he didn't seem to notice. Only the other male noted this, but he swiftly looked at his leader again.

"Forgive me, your Darkness, I am a humble follower to you, loyal to you and you only," he apologized, bowing in respect.

Grumbling, the leader turned from him to the city, his eyes glowing with that same hunger and ambition.

"I can only fear for your safety among so many humans…"

"We were once humans. Besides, what do you and I look like now? Humans. See any difference?" the leader snapped with impatience.

"Yes, we were humans before we were bitten by werewolves that caused us to transform into werewolves. But, might I note that we have pointy ears and instead of circular pupils, we have slits," the first suggested.

"Better?" snarled the leader, pushing his long, black hair before his shoulders to cover his pointy, elf-like ears.

"But what of the slits in your eyes? Won't someone notice them and come to the conclusion that you are not a pure, full-fleshed human any longer?" inquired the brown-haired werewolf, his body growing taut with worry and dread. "What will become of you if someone sees you and ends up murdering you with silver?"

"Most of those human's items are not pure, true silver. They are fakes; reincarnations of our true rival. Humans must pay a bloody lot of money just for some fake silver; imagine real silver! They're to damned cheap to even consider buying anything real. You should know that. Thus we have nothing to fear of those damned bastards. They can all go to hell for all I care, except those with powers," he hissed.

Muscles loosening, the other nodded grimly, but his nod got encouraged swiftly. "Yes sir," he answered.

"Good lad, now. Go tell the others and fast. Tell them I'm going hunting and tell the ladies they're all bitches and should go to hell and back before I'll even consider them," the leader spoke, rubbing his hands together.

He walked to the edge where waves crashed against the cliff edge. His green eyes wandered down before he jumped over the ledge, plummeting towards the crashing water. The other scurried fast to the edge, looking down as his leader disappeared before he resurfaced. With power strokes, he was heading towards the city.

Turning around, he started walking away from his paddling leader.

"Well, Kushtim, you've lived up to your name again and proved yourself worthy to Chander," he hummed aloud, walking back the way he had come. "What shall I say to the ladies? How about 'Sorry, ladies, but Chander says that you're all bitches that should go to hell for all he cares. Of course, I'm still available!' No, if he ever found out, he'd kill me."

He stopped, shivering at the mere thought. Of course, his leader couldn't kill him, but he could indeed severely injure him.

"Perhaps: 'I'm truly sorry to disappoint you, ladies, but Chander has decided that taking someone with amazing powers as his mate will make us much stronger. I'm still available for your love though!' Yes, yes, that's it. That sounds fine; mighty fine actually. That way he will not be upset with me and I will still prove myself to those fine ladies."

He hummed louder, his heart skipping with joy. This, in turn, caused him to begin to skip, his strides going longer and faster until he was running. Jumping over a fallen log, he jumped over it in a graceful bound, morphing into a wolf to tell the pack the good and somewhat bad news.

Good news for everybody, but a tiny portion of bad news for the ladies as well. Not bad, not bad at all.