A/N: Ok, so here's chapter two. It took me a while to figure out how I wanted it and had to retype several parts over and over till they were right. I think it's coming along pretty good so far, but idk how you guys are liking it. Please R&R if you like it, I would really appreciate it. ^^

Chapter 1

Shawn lay sprawled along the couch in the Psych office, his partner, and best friend, Gus, was curled up in the recliner next to it. They had fallen asleep after pulling an all nighter of watching scary movies; it was a tradition they started when they had become old enough to watch PG-13 movies, they did it every weekend in October as a full month tribute to Halloween.

The TV was playing a loop of the menu screen for the movie Wolf Man; it was the most recent version that had come out in the past year and they had both been excited to see it, after all, they had enjoyed the original very much when they had first seen it. After the movie they had decided to just crash at the office for the night.

A knock at the door caused both men to groan, "Gus, go get the door," Shawn sluggishly said.

"Why do I have to?" Gus retorted in an even more sluggish way. The knock came again; Shawn opened his eyes and looked at Gus who was unmoving. Again the knock came, Shawn squeezed his eyes shut then rolled off the couch, pulled himself to standing position and went to cease the knocking.

Parting the blinds on the door window with his fingers, Shawn saw a girl; she looked about 17 and had bits of crumbled leaves and dirt in her hair, she stood outside shivering, the clothes she wore were barely thick enough for the weather outside. He opened the door and rubbed his eyes from the sudden brightness of the morning sun.

"Can I help you?" he asked raising one of his eye brows while squinting at the same time.

"Can I come in?" the girl asked. Shawn nodded, he noticed she was barefoot as she walked in, and her feet were caked in dirt.

"Yeah sure," Shawn said moving aside for her to pass.

She entered the office and immediately began talking, "I need your help Mr. Spencer," she said. "I'm being hunted."

Shawn's brow furrowed, "Shawn," he corrected her. "Hunted?" he asked confused. "Did you go to the police?" He was still in the process of waking up so he stretched his arms above his head as he spoke.

"I can't go to the police," she said shaking her head. "They aren't skilled for this type of thing. You're the only one who can help me." Shawn became even more confused, but also honored that he was the only one that could help.

"Wait, wait, wait," he waved his hand in the air for her to stop talking. "First…What do you mean the police aren't 'skilled' for this type of thing?" he air quoted. "Second… how am I the only one that can help? And third… who are you?"

"Well, they don't deal with situations like mine very well, but you're a psychic so you must be highly trained… and my name is Regina Hart, Reggie for short." The newly named visitor said in one breath.

"What kind of situations?" Gus, who had finally decided to get out of his sleeping fetal position in the recliner, stood in the doorway of the second part of the office staring Reggie up and down. Reggie became confused, she hadn't expected anyone else to be there besides Shawn, then she remembered from the paper that Shawn had a partner.

"You must be Bruton Gastor," she said, the confusion leaving her. Shawn couldn't help but grin and silently snicker.

Gus' face became stern, "Its Burton Guster," he said in his, I can't believe you just said that voice. He noticed Reggie wasn't even embarrassed for saying his name wrong. "What kind of situations?" he repeated his question.

She hesitated a moment before speaking as if she was unsure they would believe her, but she had no other choice but to tell them, "I'm… a… Lycanthrope...," she said softly, as if she said it any louder something nearby would burst.

Gus' shoulder's fell as he and Shawn locked eyes. Shawn was surprisingly quiet for a moment, "You mean were-wolf right?" he asked her. She nodded her head. He and Gus still had each other in a lock; Gus was slightly shaking his head no. "You're not by chance seeing a psychiatrist who switches your meds for horse tranquilizers then uses you as the fall for his murders are you?"

"No," the look on her face was one the two men had seen many times before.

"Excuse us, I have to speak with Shawn for a moment," Gus finally said as he walked forward, grabbed Shawn's arm and pulled him into the next room shutting the door behind them. "No Shawn!" Gus blurted in a hushed tone, "Remember Stewart Gimbly?"

"That crazy guy with that creepy Goth sister you had the hotts for?" Shawn asked.

"First of all yes; and second of all she was a very nice girl who just happened to like me back," Gus defended. "But that's not the point," he continued. "He thought he was a Lycan too, but it turns out he was just crazy, what if she's the same way?"

Shawn thought for a moment, "She doesn't look crazy."

"Shawn!" Gus blurted.

"C'mon man, she's just a kid, maybe she's in some kind of cult or something where they think they are 'Lycanthropes', what if she's being hunted by someone that doesn't agree with it or something," Shawn tried to defend her.

"She's a loony Shawn, we are not helping her," Gus said. "She needs help, but from a doctor, not from us."

"You don't believe me," Both men turned toward the door that was supposed to be shut, Reggie stood in the frame of it looking hurt. "I thought you were a real psychic, that you would have experience with this kind of stuff," she said. Shawn looked at her, then put his hand to his head and closed his eyes in the way he did when he was having a "vision".

"I'm sensing that you are far from home, and that you slept in the woods," he opened his eyes to see if she was falling for it. She was.

"How did you know that?" a slight smile had spread across her face. "I was running from the hunter last night when I changed, I just kept running and when I woke up I realized I didn't know which direction home was," she explained. Gus rolled his eyes; he couldn't believe Shawn was being pulled into another case with a crazy person.

"Why don't you start from the beginning, when did this hunter start chasing you?" Shawn said motioning to the couch for her to sit down. He noticed that she was no longer shivering, which was odd considering how long it usually takes people to get warm from being outside in cold weather.

Reggie gladly sat down, she noticed Gus didn't seem to believe her, but she didn't need to make him believe her, he wasn't the psychic. She took a breath as she recalled everything that had happened the previous afternoon, "I came home from school like I always, but last night was a full moon so I had to go to my friend Melody's house… she's the only one that knows about me and she helps me by giving me an excuse to leave my house so my parents won't get suspicious," she started. "After I had let her mom see me, incase my mom decided to call, I went to her room and left out the window to join with the rest of my pack at Crest Beach like I always do."

"You're pack?" Shawn turned to look at Gus implying he had been right about her being in a cult, "Go on," he urged her.

"Well, before I could even see the ocean, Nolan, one of the pack, ran over the crest and started dragging me away. I looked to see what he was running from and there was a man chasing us. We hid and he told me the man was a hunter and that he had killed everyone else in the pack. We split up after that, I ran into the woods, but the hunter found me and chased me till I changed; I woke up about a mile west of here in the woods," she explained, when she had gotten to the part about everyone being killed she had started crying.

Gus had gotten a little curious now, this girl was obviously into something serious; he thought about it a moment and realized that she could be one of those people that creates scenarios in their head and thinks they're real. He was about to grab Shawn to the side and tell him that they weren't going to take the case when the phone rang; he turned and picked it up from the corner of Shawn's desk.

"Psych detective agency, Burton Guster speaking, how can I help you?" he answered as formally as he could. A moment passed then he pressed the button to turn the phone off and placed it back on its cradle. "That was the Chief," he said turning to Shawn and Reggie.

"We got a case?" Shawn asked.

"She wants us to meet Lassiter and Juliet at… Crest Beach," Gus said, his tone implied that he was unsure what to think about it. Reggie looked like she was going to be sick.

…..

Gus pulled to the side of the road near Crest Beach, police vehicles and ambulances were scattered about, officers were all over the place. Lassiter and Juliet were talking to a medic when Shawn and Gus approached them.

Lassiter's muscles became tense like they always did whenever Shawn was around, "What are you two doing here?" he asked through clenched teeth.

"I was called here by the great beyond, the spirits told me there was a mass murder here on this beach," Shawn said pointing at the ground with both hands as he flashed a smile at Juliet.

Juliet blushed, "That's… right?" she said, amazed as always.

"What the spirits have not told me is how many bodies there are," Shawn said.

"Why don't you look for yourself," Lassiter gestured toward the beach. Shawn took off for the sandy area which was populated by police officers instead of the usual tourist, Gus didn't move from the spot he was standing in, he didn't want to temp his weak stomach.

Just over the crest, Shawn was amazed and slightly horrified at how many bodies there were, his stomach churned slightly at the site. At first glance he counted seventeen, those were just the ones not yet put into body bags. He noticed that all of them were wearing old thin clothes and flip flops, there was what looked like overnight bags near each of them, and their skin was pale and sickish like they had been poisoned.

On his way back to the others, Shawn counted the body bags and added them to the bodies not yet picked up, the tally came to twenty three. He shook his head in disbelief, 'How could someone kill these people just because they claimed to be Lycans?' He thought to himself.

"The Chief wants us back at the station," Lassiter said he and Juliet departed. Shawn and Gus got back in Gus' little blue car and headed for the station.

"How bad was it?" Gus asked after a while.

Shawn grimaced as a reply, he didn't want to talk about what he had seen in fear Gus, or himself, might lose their stomachs over the subject. "Wanna stop and get some tacos on the way to the Chief's office?" he asked changing the sugject.

"You know that's right," Gus said, they both held out their fist and knocked knuckels.