The group woke up on time and packed away their things. With their bags on their backs, and guns in hand, they made their way through the woods, following Butler. Jen didn't carry a gun, though she had one in a holster in her belt, she trudged at the back, keeping an eye on rear and on the men. She didn't say a lot, but then, non of them did for the first part. When they stopped for lunch, they'd walked though the woods, threw and over four six fields and hills. Butler and Jen stood a few meters away from the men to talk.

"We have to tell them, Jen, what if they kill him by mistake." Butler pointed out.

"They won't care." Jen growled.

"They might, we'e told them about Lara, why not him?" Butler asked.

"Because, he's my responsibility, not theirs." Jen clenched her hands and shoved them into her pockets.

"Jen. They're here to help." Butler noted.

"Only the Sargent and the Captain can know, what use would the other two be if he's in Wolf form?" Jen raised an eyebrow, pointing out the obvious fact to Butler.

"Fine, just start filling them in on what they are." Butler rubbed his forehead and sighed.

Jen shook her head, turned to the men and approached them. "Sargent Wells, Captain Ryan, if you'd follow me please."

"What?" Coop's head popped up. "Where are they going?" He asked.

"Not far, Private Cooper. We'll be back before you know it." Jen turned away and walked off into the field they'd just come from, where a herd of highland-cows grazed, with Ryan and Sarge following behind her, leaving their bags with the others.

Jen stopped and turned to Sarge and Ryan. "Take a breath and tell me what you smell."

Sarge and Ryan frowned and did as she said.

"Cows." Sarge said and looked to them.

"Shit." Ryan raised an eyebrow.

"You've been Werewolves, for a year and you can't smell anything else. God, have you been locked inside a room for that year." Jen shook her head. "Just by breathing, you are picking up over a thousand different scents. Try again and concentrate this time, if it helps close your eyes."

Sarge and Ryan did as Jen said, this time they felt hundreds of different scents enter their nostrils, the scent of the grass, the trees, damp leaves, the dirt, their clothes, Jen's hair, the highland-cows, and much more. Their eyes opened as if they were waking up suddenly.

"So?" Jen smirked.

"That was amazing." Sarge looked at her with surprise.

"Okay, now I want you to concentrate on what Cooper and Witherspoon are saying." Jen said.

Sarge and Ryan turned to look at the boys in the other field, almost out of sight. They looked back to Jen and then back to the boys. They began by squinting, as if they could lip-read from that distance, they then closed their eyes, and both reopened their eyes with surprise, to turn back to Jen.

"As a Werewolf, you have many abilities, hearing and scent are a large factor for survival. How are your Changes?" Jen asked.

"They started out painful." Sarge admitted.

"And now?" Jen asked.

"Not so much." Ryan answered.

"Good." Jen nodded. "And how about Full Moons?"

The two men turned silent.

"I assume you don't spend them around Humans?" Jen raised an eyebrow, and the two men said nothing. "Fine." Jen paused. "What you both feel towards me, is curiosity, the Heat of the Moon. Ryan, you've kept yourself away from Humans and so, it might be harder for you, where as Sarge you've had the company of Cooper and Witherspoon. However your both going to have difficulty with Females. As the Moon draws closer, you'll have urges to do things, you'll go through Hunger, Hunger for meat, and then theres the sexual Hunger." Jen paused and stepped up to them. "I warn you now, I am the only female around for miles at this moment in time. Try anything, I'll kill you without thought. I don't much like Pups, I know what they're capable of, and I don't like attitudes. I hope I don't have that trouble with you two." Jen paused again.

"What's a Pup?" Ryan asked.

"A person who's been turned into a Werewolf, someone not born like it." Jen answered.

"So what does that make you?" Sarge asked.

"A Cub, a pure-born Lycanthrope." Jen answered.

"These urges, are they as bad as you claim?" Sarge asked worried.

Jen sighed. "I've seen good men turned to bad men, people who you'd think couldn't hurt a fly and yet, once turned, they do things you wouldn't imagine they would. Rape, murder, you could make a list, but trust me when I say rapes the worst, and I won't hesitate to kill any Wolf that touches me. Understand?"

Ryan and Sarge nodded.

The group set off again, walking until dusk fell. Jen was on point, as they entered a forest, she suddenly froze in her tracks. Butler was now at the rear of the group, the men all halted and looked to Jen.

"Jen?" Butler called to the front of the line.

Jen held up her hand, her fist clenched, and then threw it down. She remained standing, while the others dropped to a crouched position. Butler scanned the woods, and then looked back to Jen, still standing. Sarge and Ryan watched Jen's body language, her ears pricking, head slightly moving, her body holding still, feet firm on the ground, and hands open. Sarge and Ryan listened, and both seemed to move simultaneously, picking up each sound that Jen did.

"Jen?" Butler whispered.

Jen turned her gaze forward and scanned the dimming forest, trying to figure out something. When she saw a group of trees so close together, they could be one, she looked behind her to the others.

"Move, now." She said, her voice low but firm.

The group jumped to their feet, and sprinted through the forest until they reached the trees. Jen skidded to a halt in front of the trees.

"Follow me and stay close, you stray away, you're dead." Jen made it clear and they followed her into the trees, they stopped part way through. "Up." Jen pointed up a large tree.

"You've got to be kidding?" Spoon looked to Jen.

"I'm not, you want to live, then climb." Jen ordered, and they did.

Spoon went up first, followed by Coop.

Sarge stepped up to the tree with Ryan behind him.

"Not you two." Jen stopped them.

Coop and Spoon were too far up the tree, to hear what they were saying.

"Why not?" Sarge asked.

"You two have got to learn at some point, but for now you need to work as part of a Pack." Jen explained.

"Everything alright?" Butler asked as he stepped up to the tree.

"Yeah. Go, I'll call you when its okay." Jen nodded to him.

Jen, Sarge and Ryan disappeared into the trees, taking their places under Jen's orders. Through the trees came the large almost eight-foot Wolflike creature. Dark-furred, nose twitching, long fingers flexing, head low as it moved through the trees, its teeth beard as it took in the scent of the air, its breathing heavy and a growl rumbling as it moved closer to Jen's position. Without making a sound, Jen moved from her spot and disappeared into the trees as the Werewolf rounded the tree. Sarge could see the Werewolf, he was only a few feet away from it. Crouching there on the ground, trees surrounding him, made him think back to when they lost Bruce, Sarge clenched his hands. Ryan was on the oppressive side of the Werewolf, in the same position as Sarge, crouched on the ground, ready to tackle the Werewolf.

Now! Jen's voice echoed in Sarge and Ryan's minds, and before they knew it they'd both thrown themselves at the Werewolf, tackling it from both sides and toppling to the ground.

The Werewolf struggled and threw the two men off, as it began to climb to its feet, Jen appeared out from the trees and swung a right punch, breaking the Werewolf's muzzle, it yelped and hit the ground, Jen stared down at the beast with ember eyes burning, her hands clenched so tightly they could bleed. The Werewolf shook its head and snarled at Jen, who bared her teeth and snarled back, eyes still burning. The Werewolf threw itself at Jen, tackling her, Jen and the beast rolled around on the ground. The Werewolf snapped its jaws at Jen, but with all her strength, she held one hand around its throat, holding it back, while her right hand punch the beast in the ribs.

"Hey!" Sarge shouted, as he and Ryan ran at the Werewolf on top of Jen.

The two men grabbed the Werewolf and threw it off of Jen and into the trunk of a tree, knocking it out.

"Are you alright?" Ryan asked Jen.

Jen climbed to her feet and dusted herself off, she hadn't expected them to help her, they didn't even know why they had, but they felt it was their duty to protect her and follow her lead.

Jen nodded, "Yeah. Thanks."

"What do we do with it?" Sarge asked, looking to the beast.

"Him, and we tie him up." Jen answered, and then called the others down.