Yay! I'm back once again guys with another chapter! I had a really hard time writing this one up because of the fighting scenes, which is also one of my most difficult points of writing. Anyways, this is probably going to be the last update I'll be doing for this story for the year, so make your review a good one guys!

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, Van Helsing or Buffy the Vampire Slayer


Sam and Tucker ran as fast as they could to Danny's house. Jazz said it was very urgent and it concerned Danny. The way she sounded on the phone, she sounded frightened and concerned at the same time.

"Sam, Tucker. Thank God you're here!" Jazz said in relief. She looked outside the door to make sure no one else had been following them, then ushered Danny's friends into the house and closed the door.

"What's happened to Danny?" asked Sam, after Jazz closed the door.

"You've got to be super urgent from distracting me from watching the Big Wolf marathon on the Horror channel," added Tucker, trying to catch his breath from running.

"But that's just it!" shouted Jazz, hysterically. "Danny's somehow turned into this-this…wolf creature in his bedroom and disappeared into town!"

Tucker and Sam's eyes widened.

"Wolf creature?" repeated Tucker, nervously. "You mean, like a werewolf?"

Jazz nodded.

Tucker snapped his fingers. "Then this all makes sense now!"

"How does it make sense?" Sam asked.

Tucker's adjusted his glasses. "Sam, I'm the master of classic movie monsters: vampires, werewolves, zombies; you name it. I didn't convince my folks to subscribe to the Horror channel for mere cheap scares on the weekends and late nights.

"When Danny was attacked that night, it must have been a full moon. There must have been another werewolf in this area and it must have…" He turned to Jazz, his eyes showing a little bit of fear. "Bit him."

"But the doctors said Danny's injuries were just deep scratches," said Jazz. "Danny couldn't turn into a werewolf with just a scratch, right?"

"Well, maybe even getting scratched by a werewolf might still give him the curse," suggested Sam, "but it might have let him have a bit of control of his inner beast."

"But that still doesn't explain all the attacks. I thought werewolves could only change during the full moon," said Jazz.

"There's a complete difference of that theory, Jazz," interuped Tucker. "Judging by the classics, werewolves have to change when the moon is full, but from watching the new movies, werewolves can also change whenever they want. Danny must not have enough control over his wolf form yet, and keeps changing every night."

"Well, I guess that explains the mysterious attacks and the disappearance last night," said Jazz. "I guess I should have been a little bit less harsh on my brother."

"We should have paid more attention to Danny's behavior, too. Danny told me his wounds had healed without a trace when he was in the hospital. Werewolves have a tendency to heal faster than human beings. When we were in the Science lab, Danny burnt himself on a piece of silver. Silver, of course, is a werewolf's weakness and potentially the only way to kill them. Then, there was fight with Dash…"

"Werewolves must have the same traits as normal wolves!" exclaimed Sam, remembering something from one of her social studies projects she had done on wild animals, years back in Junior High. "Danny must have thought Dash was challenging him to become the Alpha male, or leader, and his wolfish instincts must have thought we were his pack. He was protecting us from being hurt!"

"Then, there's the extra symptoms," continued Tucker. "Mostly: heightened senses of hearing, sight, and smell, short temper, increase of strength and speed and a strange craving for meat, possibly even human flesh." Jazz had to cover her mouth with her hands to block a scream from coming out. "But sometimes, they can have dog-like symptoms too, like when Danny was chasing a stray cat earlier this morning and possibly the occasional fleas…"

"Is there a cure?" asked Jazz, eagerly.

Tucker looked down at the floor, sadly. "The time I've only seen a cure for the transformation was in Van Helsing, but the rest is either a wooden stake to the heart or silver bullets. That's it."

Jazz gasped. "You mean…he's stuck like this forever?"

Tucker nodded. "I'm afraid so, unless we can convince Danny to come to his senses and control his inner wolf before more innocent people get hurt."

Jazz ran her hand through her red hair, fell back onto the couch and groaned. "And I thought my brother being a half-ghost was complicated enough…"


Humid rain poured through the streets of town heavily. Jazz, Sam and Tucker were luckily dry, thanks to the Fenton Umbrellas they brought along with them (which were technically just white umbrellas with Jack Fenton's head on the front of them). Sam monitored the Fenton Finder for Danny's ecto-signature while Tucker carried his own weapons of holy water, wooden stakes, silver crosses, and a couple of ghost hunting weapons, all of which were tucked away in a brown leather strap across his chest.

Sam was a little freaked out of how her friend was in a Buffy the Vampire Slayer get-up. "Uh, Tuck, where the heck did you get, and more importantly: found, all that stuff?"

"I have my sources," answered Tucker simply.

"Where? Slayers 'R' Us?"

"Ghost located: approximately two hundred feet, North-East," suddenly alerted the computerized female voice of the Fenton Finder.

"We're close," said Jazz.

Sam turned a couple of knobs and pressed a few buttons until…

"I've got a reading! He's near Main Road and Yankee Avenue!"

"Main Road and Yankee Avenue?" repeated Tucker. "He's at the Mr. Meat Butcher Shop!"

Sam cringed. "Okay…you're really starting to freak me out…"


There was no sign of a break in at the Mr. Meat Butcher Shop as the gang finally caught up with the location. The shop sign was still marked as "CLOSED" for the night. Sam, however, luckily brought a hairpin to pick to lock with. Tucker and Sam were surprised that old trick even worked.

The lock made a small 'click' and Sam quietly opened the door. She had made a vow never to come into this shop except in emergency situations (like a ghost attack). It was for a good reason too. Meat products and pictures of the animals it came from were hung and placed everywhere. Sam was glad she became Ultra-Recyclo Vegetarian years ago, or else she would have been eating an innocent slaughtered pig for dinner with her parents earlier this evening.

"So, where's Danny?" asked Tucker, now pointing a flashlight around the main room.

A large bone from a leg of lamb suddenly smacked him in the face hard and forced him to fall back onto the floor. Jazz noticed that it was perfectly picked clean with no traces of meat of fat left behind. He must have a high metabolism in this form, she thought.

The African American shoved the bone off of him. "Scratch that. I think he's in the freezer room…"

"Do we have to go in there?" whined Sam. She knew she was going to regret doing this later and would have nightmares for a week. Tucker and Jazz ignored the Goth's question, and quietly walked into the door marked: "FREEZER ROOM. STAFF ONLY", painted in bold black letters.

It was cool inside, enough for the teens feel a bit relieved from the high humidity outside. Sam's stomach turned as she passed a frozen pig, hanging off a steel hook by its hind legs. Jazz was as equally disgusted as Sam was. She thought she might even turn vegetarian after this little adventure. A suddenly loud growl made her heart skip a beat. They were close.

"Over here!" whispered Tucker, ushering over the two teens to his position.

He pointed over to the far left corner, hiding behind a conveniently placed half of a large cow. Sam gasped. In the dim light of the freezer's contents, was Danny or what seemed to be Danny. He was twice as large as his human size, covered entirely head to tail in charcoal black fur. He had five long bright green claws on each paw and powerful newly developed muscles on his arms and legs. His head was long and narrow with two small high pointed ears at the top. The only part of his human features that remained was his icy blue eyes, which were now tiny pupil less slits. His jeans were luckily still intact around his thighs, only now they were almost short enough to be considered shorts.

Sam watched as her friend ripped through the frozen flesh of a pig with his now dagger-like teeth and swallowed it whole. She flinched. She was positive she was going to throw up soon.

"Ugh, I don't know what's more gross: his table manners or the fact he's eating raw meat!"

"I've never seen him eat so much meat that fast!" exclaimed Tucker. "He could set a world record if he wanted to!"

"Werewolf or not," said Jazz, "We have to convince him to – Achoo!" She suddenly sneezed loud enough to make the whole room echo. Danny stopped eating and his ears perked up. He turned his direction to where the gang was hiding, his eyes now fading to bright red.

"Oh crap!" hissed Tucker. "He's heard us!" He glared at the oldest Fenton. "Nice going, Jazz…"

"Sorry…Maybe if we escape quietly, he won't notice anything."

SSSHHING!

The chains holding their hiding place were sliced in half like a knife through butter, by Danny's razor sharp claws. The three humans darted around to see him, only the wolf was now seriously furious of the intruders interrupting his meal.

"Forget escaping quietly," shouted Tucker. "RUN!"

It didn't take a genius to figure that out. If you didn't move fast enough, it would be your life. Jazz, Sam and Tucker split up in three different directions, knowing if they stayed together they'd be hunted faster. Even by splitting up, Danny went after Jazz on all fours, saliva dripping from his mouth while his tongue hung out.

"Danny, please!" cried Jazz. "You have to fight it!"

But the Danny that Jazz knew for the past fourteen years had disappeared behind a red mist in the creature's eyes. The wolf just thought of the sixteen year old as a meal. Running behind the dead animals, Jazz tried to hide herself. Her heart raced with pumping adrenaline; her breathing was fast and shallow. Danny stopped was his prey vanished from sight. The stench of meat was all around him, but he could still smell her out.

Danny sniffed the air with his new sensitive nose. The scent of Jazz's hair poured over the frozen meat. He bared his fanged teeth and walked closer to Jazz's hiding place, but before he could take another step, a blast of water hit his face. Danny snorted and shook the water off his fur.

"Tucker, you're supposed to distract him!" hissed Jazz. "Not give him a free bath!"

Tucker, who was re-pumping his Super Soaker, frowned. "This is supposed to be holy water! Just wait 'till I complain to the guy who sold me this stuff for fifty bucks on Ecove!"

"Tucker! Look out!" cried Sam.

Tucker gave a yelp as the wolf charged straight for him. Dropping his weapon, Tucker ran like the wind and down the room, making the wolf slam into the cold metal wall.

"Sam, keep Danny distracted until I can find a way to stop him!" Tucker shouted.

"But I-"

"Sam! Behind you!" hollered Jazz.

Sam darted around to find that the wolf shaking its head from its sudden collision. Its red eyes spotted Sam on the spot.

Crap! Sam thought.

Using all of her strength she had left and all her knowledge she knew from track and field, Sam began to sprint like she had never sprinted before in her life. Seeing its prey move, the wolf leaped after her in a single jump and took a swipe at her hair, only to miss it by a mere inch.

Quickly, Tucker rummaged through his utility sash to find something to stop the wolf at a long distance. Unfortunately, the only thing he had packed capable of such a task was a crude, plastic toy slingshot he had found in a box of cereal.

"Crap," he swore. "I've got nothing!"

"Nothing?" Jazz shrieked. "Sam's out there running for her life and you have nothing to stop Danny?"

"I'm an under funded werewolf expert, okay?" Tucker snapped.

"Uh, guys? A little help would be nice!" Sam yelled angrily.

She tried to run more, but she was getting exhausted. She had to rest. Unfortunately, as she tried to make another turn, her left knee gave and caused her to trip onto the floor. She tried to get up but then she realized she was trapped with no means of escape. The wolf had pinned her into a corner. Tucker and Jazz were too frightened to do anything to help their Goth friend.

Sam's amethyst eyes shrunk down into pin points as she shivered with frozen fear. She was too frightened to speak because of the element of panic was swarming through her mind as the wolf raised an enormous clawed paw. It was like the time she tried to convince Danny to break free from Freakshow's crystal ball. For the first time since she was young, she began to cry. She tried to stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks, but couldn't.

The wolf was about to make the final killing blow when a pair of familiar lavender purple eyes sparked a dormant part of his mind.

"Danny, your powers make you unique. Unique is good!"

"Kudos, Danny, you just set an all-time speed record for drowning in the shallow end on the gene pool."

"Promise you'll keep your pants up?"

"Huh? Oh! It's just really nice up here, that's all. Flying's nice!"

"We're your friends, Danny. Kicking back or kicking butt..."

"Fight him now, Danny! You're not just a ghost! Fight him!"

I know this girl… The wolf thought to himself. I remember…

"Sam?"

The wolf's glowing claws contracted back into his paws slowly, while the red mist vanished from its eyes, returning its color to an icy blue. His ears folded backwards and backed away slowly away from Sam with its tail between its hind legs as he whined sadly.

Sam looked up to see she wasn't harmed in the least, but the wolf was now cowering away from her with its blue eyes staring at her. It was like he was afraid of her.

"Danny?" she asked softly. "Is that you?"

The wolf nodded, but still whined. As she took a step forward, Danny backed away an inch from her.

"No, no. It's okay, Danny. I won't hurt you…"

"No, Sam," Danny growled worriedly. "Stay back!"

Sam hesitated. "Danny, all of us are here to help you…"

"Tell that to the guy with the weapons…"

Danny jerked his head over to Tucker over near the door, still armed with his bandolier of werewolf hunting artillery. Sam guessed Danny was a little uneasy about the weapons. She made a signal with her hands to tell Tucker to drop his arsenal. Looking back at Sam and the werewolf Danny, Tucker undid the buckle slowly and dropped the belt to the floor.

"There," he said seriously. "It's alright now, man. The weapons are down, so you can chill."

Danny was silent for a moment until he managed to calm down slightly and sat down, the way a dog would sit if you told them to. Tears suddenly poured down his face and soaked his black fur.

"I'm-I'm so sorry…" he sobbed. "I couldn't remember what happened all those nights. I should have realized I was becoming a…monster…"

Sam walked dangerously close to the ghostly animal and touched his soft fur gently. It felt distinctly cold but it also had a brief mix of warmness to it, possibly that Danny was only part human.

"You're not a monster," she said softly, "you're Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom; our best friend that would do anything to protect us from any danger thrown against us. You'd never harm anyone…"

"Unless you were evil like that time in the future," said Tucker, now walking close to his friends.

"But you're not," finished Jazz with a smile.

Despite the comfort of his friends and family, Danny still sobbed with head in his massive paws. "But those people in the hospital…I didn't mean to…" What if they were dead right now?

"No," said a gruff voice from behind. "Not your fault."

Danny looked up from his paws, along with Sam, Tucker and Jazz, to see a massive figure with two green slits for eyes, standing a few feet from where they were in the shadows. It was the same shape and twice the size of Danny's wolfish body, now retracting its glowing green claws. As it stepped forward, all of them noticed its fur was black like Danny's and wore a tattered lime green outfit consisting of pants and a sleeveless sweatshirt. An enormous silver shackle was strapped on its left wrist. The inside of its ears were the same color as its outfit and eyes. Two long saber-toothed fangs curled from the top of its mouth as it smiled calmly.

"Wulf?" Danny couldn't believe what he was seeing, but he was somehow happy to see his old friend in a very long time. "Wulf!"

"Friend!" The werewolf ghost leaped beside Danny and licked him playfully on the check.

"Okay! Okay! Cut that out! I'm glad to see you too!"

Wulf stopped licking Danny and turned to Sam and Tucker. "Friends, vi savi mi! Danki vi!"

He licked Tucker, since he was the one who helped save him from Walker's evil control collar in the nick of time.

Tucker didn't mind the ghost's display of affection at all. "You're welcome!" he said happily.

"Who is he?" asked Jazz confused.

"Oh right," said Danny. "You haven't seen Wulf before. He was one of Walker's prisoners forced to help him during that massive ghost attack a few months ago to frame me. Tuck helped him get this collar Walker was using to control Wulf. He helped me free Walker from overshadowing the mayor, but he was hit by Mom's Fenton Bazooka. I haven't seen him since… until now."

"He speaks Esperanto," added Tucker. "It's a dead artificial language that was created in the late eighteen hundreds. I know a little bit of it, because geeks use it to talk secretly to other geeks. He was just thanking me and Sam for helping him. According to Danny, he knows a few English words too."

Convinced enough, Jazz cautiously put her hand to Wulf's scared tan muzzle and stoked it softly. "Hello," she said slowly. "My-name-Jazz. I-Danny's-sister. Friend…"

Wulf sniffed Jazz's hand carefully to make sure she was telling the truth. "Jazz…friend!" He licked her palm, only for the older Fenton to be seriously grossed out by his green saliva.

"Ew! Okay, I'm convinced, but how did he get to Amity Park in the first place anyway?" asked Jazz, wiping off her slobbery hand on her pants. "Mom and Dad had alarms in the lab at the time."

"Jazz. I show…"

The werewolf ghost suddenly extended his claws and swiped the air with a powerful swing. As his claws ripped through thin air, something bright opened up. All of them looked to see the realm of the Ghost Zone: a misty wasteland of black and green with purple floating doors floating in the sky.

"Walker made me use power to make portal to Earth," Wulf explained, trying to use his primitive knowledge of the English language to use. "It was easy way to hurt friends."

"Cool power," said Tucker, after the portal closed back up without a trace.

"I see you've been practicing your English since I was gone," said Danny.

"'Getting better," said Wulf gruffly. "Hard to kompreni. Danny ne monstro. Li ne atakai oni."

"I don't understand what you're saying," said Danny, trying to process the ghost's Esperanto language with failure.

"I think he's saying you didn't attack those people," translated Tucker.

"What do you mean?" askedSam. "Do you mean someone else is trying to fame Danny?"

Wulf nodded seriously. "Yes" he answered. "Alia lupos. Xavier hurt people."

"Xavier?" repeated Danny confused of what his old friend was talking about. "Who's Xavier?"

A sudden crash above the five broke the ice. A rain of sharp shattered glass showered over them, but Wulf and Danny made sure that none of the shards harmed their friends by quickly turning them temporarily intangible. As all of them became solid once more, they all heard a low rattling growl from behind them.

Standing on all fours, was an massive, hulking werewolf that made Danny and Wulf look like puppies. Its fur was a black and the same shade as Danny's, making them seem as they bere twins. A pair of torn beige trousers, or now as they seemed as shorts, covered the bottom of its torso. A pair of crimson red eyes gleamed in the moonlight like two small rubies.

"Li estas," Wulf said with a growl.


Yay, cliffhanger! Who is this Xavier character? And will Wulf and Danny be able to defeat him? Stay tuned...