A/N: Chapter 2! :D Sorry they are so short. enjoy! :) Kthnxbai!

After having a refreshing morning shower, I was relaxing on the sofa in the room when I heard a knock on the door. Peering through the peephole I realised that the guys had arrived. Opening the door I received a confused look from the younger man who I assumed to be Sam.

"We're looking for Max. Max Rivers. Is he here?" The other man, who must have been Dean, said.

"Uh…yea. She is right in front of you."

"Wait, what? You, you're Max?" The disbelief in his voice matched the surprised look on his face.

"Yea. Max. Short for Maxine…" I waited for them to click and laughed when it dawned on them.

"Oh, uh… sorry about that. Bobby told us we were helping out a hunter friend of his. I guess we were sort of expecting someone… maybe a bit older. So how do you know Bobby anyway?" Sam sounded genuinely apologetic about the mistake but I just waved it off with a laugh.

"It's not a problem, I should have told him to tell you who you were looking for. Bobby's an old family friend, been around in my life as long as I can remember. Saved my ass on more than one occasion too. What about you guys, how do you know him?"

"Well, who doesn't Bobby know?" Dean said, with a smirk on his face. "No, he was a… friend you could say, of our fathers and we sorta grew on the old man. He does us a favour and gets us outta trouble now and then. He's good at that." I was intrigued by the knowing look that passed between the two brothers.

"Well, go get a room, then come here and I can tell you what I've got so far. It ain't much, but it's a start."

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The next few days were a mixture of interviews with the local policemen, courtesy of Dean and Sam, interviews with some of the townspeople thanks to my posing as a news reporter from Seattle, and lots of dead ends. Five different people and five different places to start our search, and not one of them had proved viable. Sam's research proved useless, as it gave us nothing that any of us hadn't heard already. I was starting tohave my doubts as to whether or not there was actually a case here or not, and Dean was voicing my thoughts as well. So when I found that a hiker had reported weird tracks and trails in the forest not far from town, we pounced on it like cats on a mouse. I decided to travel with the guys, as I didn't want my car being messed with.

When we arrived at the track it was instantly obvious that something had gone through there. A large part of the trail had been cleared off, and a few of the shrubs had been tossed to the side. It had definitely not been man made. Grabbing my gun out of my backpack and extra silver bullets just in case, I slipped out of the backseat. Peering over the shoulders of the guys, I spotted their fake IDs and laughed at the names on them.

"Angus and Young? Bikini Inspector? That's hilarious!"

"Oh shut up. At least you didn't have to actually use it." Sam grumbled good-naturedly, with Dean sniggering in the background. After getting all our gear together we headed off to kill ourselves some werewolves.

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We followed the tracks through the forest. There were no definite prints but the two men could tell where something large had made its way through the bush. We had been walking for an hour now and hadn't found anything. I was sick of it and over searching for the day when we came to a clearing

"This looks promising."

"It's a friggin' field, Sam." The sarcasm was practically dripping from my voice

"Yeah, thanks for that Max. What I mean is that this looks like a good place for the wolves to gather. It's in the middle of nowhere, in an isolated area. Perfect base camp for a werewolf."

"Ok, sure. But one thing… there's nothing here!" I spread my arms wide and turned a full circle. "Now, can we go? I'm kinda getting sick of all these dead ends and everything." So far we'd been looking for things for three days with nothing solid to go on. The trail of these supposed werewolves was getting fainter and fainter as the days passed. Even though I was a hunter, I was also a girl. A girl who was in desperate need of a hot shower and some good food.

"Yeah, well, there has got to be something here. We didn't follow just anything out to this random spot in the middle of freaking no-"A low growl emanated from the bushes behind Dean. And that's when the first wolf emerged from the forest. But it wasn't a normal everyday wolf, nor was it the normal kind of werewolf us three were used to dealing with. This was a massive beast. Its black-as-night fur bristled in the grey light as it stalked around us, eyeing Dean, Sam and I like a predator hunts his prey. Dean slowly moved his hand towards his gun, inch by inch, but the wolfs' sharp eyes saw him before he got there. He let out a large snarl, and stepped forward, ready to attack. At this I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, something else was moving out of the forest. A grey wolf was coming out, and though it was smaller than the other it was still huge. And another and another until the extent of what was happening to us dawned on me.

Dean, Sam and I were surrounded. There were about seven of them, seven bear-sized wolves. Dean looked at me, and I turned to look at Sam. We were outnumbered. Hell, one of those things could take us all out.

"Dean, we can't fight, and you know it." Sam's voice was full of reason, trying to lure him out of his fight mode. And I could see it in his eyes that Dean did know it, despite every bone in his body telling him to stay and fight his way out. I put my hand on Sam's arm, and turned to face the monsters in front of me. I reached for my gun, and as I did the grey wolf to my right let out a large snarl. I froze, waiting. The largest wolf, the black one to mine and Sam's left, kept its eyes locked on us, watching our every move. My hand closed over the shotgun in my jacket. I took it out and lowered it to the ground, my eyes not leaving the black wolf. After placing it on the ground I straightened up and noticed that Dean and Sam were following my lead and now doing the same thing.

"Now what?" Dean muttered out of the corner of his mouth.

"We wait, I guess." Sam answered, with the tiniest of shrugs. "We're on their terms now."

A movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. I turned and saw a tan wolf slinking into the field. Something about that particular wolf drew my eyes towards it. I don't know what it was, but there was something. It was smaller than the others, possibly even the smallest. But, in a way that went against everything in me, I found it beautiful. I couldn't draw my eyes away. Its thin body was covered in shiny, almost honey coloured fur. Its eyes were deep pools of melted chocolate, and there was something in them that was almost…human. It cocked its head to one side and continued to look at me. I was entranced. After a few moments it shook its head, startling me. And in a blink it was gone, running back the way it had came, a russet coloured wolf hot on its heels. Over my shoulder I glanced at Sam, but all I got in return was a questioning look and another shrug. Another low growl came from the grey wolf, and I could feel Dean and Sam both tense up. I knew Dean was regretting putting his gun down but there was nothing we could do now. I closed my eyes, waiting for the moment of attack. A quick, loud bark rang around the clearing. When nothing happened after a few seconds, I willed myself to open my eyes. The wolves had begun backing away. I turned to look behind me and found that the ones in front of Dean had already retreated and were running back into the surrounding forest. Dean was able to turn now and together the three of us faced the two remaining wolves. The grey wolf slowly backed away and then followed the others, leaving just the black one.