Full Moon High: Of Monsters and Men: Chapter 2: Part 3: Unusual Acquaintances


Sprinting into the woods did not take much time, Alpha and Scope had almost immediately dashed after Gothina after hearing about the sudden attack by Arthur. They were soon darting through the trees and bushes of the forest faster than they could imagine, linking up with Scar and Queen along the way. Kylie mentioned she had gotten first when the two had doubled back on seeing something. Within a minute of breaking the tree line Gothina was telling them it wasn't far when they burst through a bush and dropped into their preferred combat stances.

However what they spotted something was not exactly what they had expected to see.

"Yes, I did collect the rubbish," a standing Arthur said jostling a plastic bag by his side. He was facing away from the group, talking to the perfectly fine Huntress who was standing away from him with her arms crossed. The brown haired werewolf was towering over the rather short teenager and yet both of them seemed perfectly content with the situation: with the former.

"You got it all" she asked in her standard flat and controlled voice? Indeed it seemed as if the two were merely having a polite chat, with no indication of violence.

Kylie was the first to voice the group's confusion: "I… I, but he was…"

"I dislike rubbish, so I cleaned up what I could, I seriously doubt I got it all though" the English boy shrugged, before turning his attention to the werewolves. And it was then Peter saw it, the shallow claw marks across his otherwise handsome face: their bloody ripped flesh dripping down his white hoodie: and yet he didn't even seem phased by it. "Friends of yours," Arthur asked his bleeding face twitching up into a smile as he walked towards them. "Alpha it is good to see you, and Scar as well, a pleasure as always."

Alpha blinked as the English boy tilted his head and bowed at him. The werewolf desperately glanced at Scar for help, who simply frowned, forcing the black furred werewolf to glance at Maria/Huntress who gave her own shrug of indifference, as one of her eyebrows raised very so slightly. "Well it's good to see you too," Peter managed to finally say before he visibly recoiled at the sight of Arthur tilting his head back up. The gashes on his face were visibly tugging themselves back together and began to seal themselves back up. It was one thing to have a healing factor as a werewolf, but to see flesh reknit in front of your eyes was always a disturbing sensation.

"Arthur here was just telling me he has a healing factor" Maria explained taking a step up beside the boy, "said it's because he is a seventh son," her flatter tone breaking slightly to indicate both a question and her confusion as to what that was.

"Of a seventh son" added Arthur as if it was common knowledge nodding to the other wolves/.

Scar however didn't even give anyone a chance to respond and immediately growled at the hooded boy letting his claws extend a little "oh this is just all kinds of trash" he roared causing Peter to turn to him for answers.

"I am guessing this is something we should know?"

"He is a natural born monster hunter" said Scar in unison with Arthur who repeated him almost word for word: "I am a natural born monster hunter," although with considerably less aggression.

Scar immediately rounded on the boy taking a few steps towards him, "I knew this had to be a trap," he bellowed pointing one of his extended claws under Arthur's chin and forcing it up, "so come on where are the other hunters, you attack Huntress and then back off to wait for all of us to come running?"

Arthur deadpan expression, which was only marked by him blinking, seemed to indicate everything he then said, "wow, that is quite an active imagination you have." Scar however deep throaty growl caused Arthur's otherwise polite if confused smile to falter. "I am alone," he then said in a more serious, but still polite tone, "my sister is waiting for us at our tent."

"And you really expect us to trust you when you're a seventh son" the larger werewolf roared as he repressed the instinct to let his hand curl away from the blonde boys chin and slide down to his throat. "Do you know what your kind does to monsters!?"

Arthur let out a long sigh and nodded "indeed I do Scar, and I am sorry to withhold the truth until now, but…"

"Sorry," Scar said loudly cutting him off, "sorry, your kind are feared by ours because…"

"Scar that's enough," said Alpha firmly as he too took a step forward. While it seemed Arthur was more than willing to talk, Peter knew it was never a good idea to feed Derek's paranoia.

Queen though took a few steps forward until she was level with the black werewolf, her yellow eyes darted to Scar's and placed her paw on his arm and gently pulled it away. Scar's clawed hands balled into fists but he none the less stayed silent. "And you're telling us this why," the blonde werewolf asked? Always keeping her eyes on Scar who had stepped back, slowly beginning to pace up and down in front of Arthur, glaring at him while his whole body looked like a coiled spring.

Turning to face the blonde werewolf, Arthur's smile grew toothier and a little more charming, as all but one of the claw marks had faded from sight. "To exactly avoid this," he pointed at Scar who leered at him angry, "rather to make sure you do not feel betrayed or feel I was lying to you if such relevant facts were to come in polite conversation later." As he talked Peter could not help but be surprised at how calm ant even he his rather generous tone stayed, seemingly unaffected by the over aggravated werewolf who's glowing yellow eyes grew brighter as they gazed at him.

Still one thing struck nearly the whole pack, either this guy, this hunter, was the worst liar ever or he was genuinely being honest about what he was saying. While to Peter it did make a weird sort of sense to get the awkward things out of the way first, the fact he was telling them he was a hunter was another thing, but the fact he was some form of son who was born to hunt monsters was another. Still Peter could not help but think that this was likely the first and only person he had seen Derek get legitimately angry at and not run away screaming for help. For Scar however he could not but help feel his blood boil as he saw a person who had been trained to track and kill their kind stand only a few feet away; let alone the Butcher's own son. He knew if his or any of his family were around, they would be turning in their graves, or so he liked to think.

Gothina and Scope's meanwhile had expressions that highlighted the exact same thought, 'what the hell is going on.' And with Queen keeping an eye on Scar only Maria seemed un-phased by the whole situation: as usual.

"This is so weird" moaned Gothina silently as she scooted over to be closer to Scope, who began to rub her head.

The blonde haired boy chuckled, "indeed," before turning his back on the pack, pulling up his hood and moving towards a nearby bush chatting in his usual calm tone, but with added idleness as he talked. "Our camp is this way. I have put the kettle on," he explained pulling the bracken back as he smiled up at the much taller werewolves, using his free arm to highlight a sizable gap under the undergrowth.

Queen glanced at Alpha and the blonde werewolf moved slowly towards the tiny hole crawling through. Gothina followed soon after and then did Scope and so did Maria, who grabbed Arthur's plastic bag and handed it to him. Scar however made a sharp movement for Arthur and grabbed the arm that was holding back the bush.

"You try anything and…" However Scar didn't even have a chance to finish as in one smooth movement Arthur's baggy clothes slid out of Scar's grip and the five foot teenager was now staring up into the burning yellow eyes of the seven foot werewolf. His smile did not falter but there was now a coldness in his green eyes.

"Please" was all he said as if it was a request, before he moved the bush back for Scar.

Alpha however had walked up behind Derek and placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a reassured nod. "Go on." And as Derek crawled on his hands knees Peter nodded at Arthur for him to go first, a silent request Arthur was more than willing to comply with. 'I don't like this,' Peter thought as his mind went over everything that had just happened, 'but he seems nice at least.'


The small hole the pack had crawled through was not long, but as it passed through a thick layer of thick thorny plants they could not help but get a few scratches and marks on their uniforms. However once through they found themselves in a hidden glade and boy was it ugly. The ground was filled sodden brown mud without a hint of grass, no light could be seen through the overhead canopy and the thorny bushes that surrounded it were creeping in on all angles with their dense brown bark. And still the torrential rainstorm found a way to get through leaves above and still force them to be partially drenched.

Glancing around Scope easily spotted the faint mark of a purple coloured pop up tent nestled inside a rotted out tree. He immediately took a step towards it over a line of neatly arranged stone and just as instantly he stopped.

"Something wrong," the puzzled blonde werewolf asked as Scope bumped into her, pushing a strand of sodden hair out of the way of her muzzle?

Mikey however was looking rather agitated and tried to push his way past her and back to the entrance. "I am sorry." He managed to croak in an almost robotic fashion. "I need to get back to the school I have to develop some photos for the newspaper. If I don't…"

"What on earth are you worrying about that for," Queen demanded with a stern glare as she walked past him. "I mean we have more pressing…."

Ashley suddenly stopped her eyes going wide and her snout falling open. "Oh my god I forgot to tell Marco I was going out this evening! I have to get back to tell him."

Huntress and Gothina just stared at one another as the two wolves in front of them just suddenly started panicking, both trying to push past them to the exit. Kylie raised her arms up and forced Scope back, "are you okay, you sound like a text to speech tool" the purple werewolf asked staring up into her boyfriend's now glazed eyes. Maria simply grabbed Ashley's arm and hauled her back and stared at them in her usual disapproving glance: with a raised eyebrow.

As Queen and Scope tried again to force their way past, struggling in vain to get past the two werewolves, Alpha, Scar and Arthur finally emerged to see the bewildering sight. But even after Scope got free he was instantly blocked by the large black furred form of Scar who snarled out a demand.

"I assume you have good reason for wanting to go back?" He asked in his usual kirk manner, crossing his arms.

"Photos," remarked Mikey in a monotone voice.

"Marco," Queen replied flatly.

"Who the heck is Marco!" Barked Derek who instantly noticed their rather glazed expression, his tone changing instantly: "and what's wrong with you two?"

Arthur however who scampered out of the hole darted up to the two misty eyed werewolves and snapped his fingers. Instantly the two werewolves' blinked and rubbed their heads, looking around if they were unsure as to where they were.

The rather short teenager merely beamed up at the wolves as he kicked the line of stones near their feet, absently pointing at them as he passed through the gap he made. "Sorry about that. My sister put a few distraction wards down; they make you think about urgent stuff and the wat not."

Kylie's ears suddenly swivelled to face the boy and her face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Wait wards, as in magic?"

Arthur nodded and the purple haired wolf girl clapped her hands utter joy, diving towards the broken line of stones like an over enthusiastic squirrel, almost glomping them in the process. "Wow so this is magic?" Kylie stated in awe, running a clawed finger down one of the stones and seeing a series of faint carvings cut into the pebbles.

Arthur nodded. "Yes it is. I could never get the hang of it myself I preferred to hit…" He trailed off as he stopped himself in mid-sentence and smiled. "I digress." And he turned around and headed towards the visible back of the nearby tent. "Let us proceed. Oh and please ignore any of those thoughts when you cross the threshold and my apologies in advance for any awkwardness that was created."

"Hey wait up" Queen yelled as she rushed after him jumping over the stones, only to be quickly followed by Scope.

Kylie however bounced one of the small pebbles in the palm of her hand and glanced at the rune with a wide toothy grin. "This is so cool." And as she crossed the threshold she held up the stone for Maria to see, who merely rolled her eyes with an amused smirk.

Still at the back Derek shot a glance at Alpha and growled. "If he pulls any stunts I am not going to give him a second chance."

"I think you already established that, still play nice" Alpha said shaking his head. 'Yep this was going to be one of those awkward evenings' he thought.

However as they caught up with the rest of the pack they could hear the clear posh accent of Arthur shout back to them. "Please hurry up or the tea will get cold." Queen had to turn to Peter with a wicked smile and whisper "He is so British" before they all ducked inside the tent.


The rain thudded dully against the sports car windscreen as inside the booming music of a death metal band blasted away causing the whole vehicle to vibrate on the dark and drenched street corner. As Ernesto banged his head back and forth to the illegible verses while playing air guitar in one hand and balancing a can of beer in the other, he bawled out the English lyrics in a deep and throaty Italian accent. Still as the song about darkness and no parents reached its climax the door opened and angrily and the long lanky form of Lodivico climbed in and with a refined flick of a finger one hand switched off the radio.

"Hey I was listening to that." Ernesto immediately reached over to the radio only for his brother to smack his hand away and then in one smooth motion seize his can and throw it out the still open door and into the torrential rain. "Hey!" The Italian hunter shouted in his native language, half lunging after his beer can only to have a cup of coffee stuffed into his outstretched palm.

"No Ernesto, you are going to rot your liver if you keep this drinking up. What would mother say?" Lodivico asked in botha stern and calm fashion, his words having the same Italian dialect as his brother.

Ernesto sniffed the coffee and gaged in response to the smell, almost choking on the fumes. "By God that is disgusting, where did you get this?"

"The shop across the street" his brother replied as he pulled out his smart phone and began to scroll through it.

Ernesto glanced at the nearby car window and frowned, half contemplating throwing the coffee out into the darkness of the midnight storm. "If we have to drink this crap why didn't we go back to that last shop?"

Lodivico did not look up from his phone as he smacked his brother round the back of the head. "Because you twat, you pissed off the cute piece of ass who owned the place when you threatened to kill that girl."

Ernesto merely chuckled at that pulling a rather deranged smile as he reached onto the back seat and pulled out a massive handgun and loaded in a clip with a clearly marked 'S' drawn on it. "Oh come on you have to admit that was pretty funny. And hey cute piece of ass huh, did you want to go in thi… ow." Lodivico didn't even wait for his brother to finish his sentence when his free hand snapped out to smack the smaller hunter round the back of the head for a second time.

"You are an idiot if you believe we can do that here in public."

The younger strawberry haired hunter wrinkled his nose as he stared absently at the pistol he still had in his hand. "Yeah well not my fault the police here are so god dam stuck up!" Before he twirled the gun around in his fingers and fluidly placed it in a concealed holster in his leather jacket.

Lodivico sighed and drank his own coffee. He talked to his brother in a very calm and respectful tone as he checked and flagged his messages on his phone; still speaking in Italian. "Ernesto I will ask again that you please control yourself. What would mother say if she could see us now?"

However the sharp laugh of Ernesto contrasted his older brother's polite and articulated accent. He hit Lodvico playfully on the shoulder and snorted. "She would probably yell at you for drilling a bullet into her brain, right after she would slap me for beating Dad to death!" And yet for some reason the mention of that made the otherwise expressionless taller thug smile for a split second before returning to his work.

Ernesto however was still madly grinning as he rubbed the back of his head from where his brother had hit him. Laying back in his seat he sipped the coffee with slight displeasure but still kept up his sadistically cold grin. "Any word from our mutual friend," he asked rolling down the windscreen and throwing the cup out, an action that caused Ludovico to look up from his phone and glower at his brother more.

"Yes actually, she has tracked the twins to a small camp somewhere near the train station, she just forwarded me the GPS coordinates."

Ernesto eyes suddenly went misty as he leaned across the gearbox and up at his brother, "and the wolves?"

"And why would they be there?"

Ernesto licked his lips and got close enough that Lodivico could hear his inaudible whisper "they seemed mighty keen to protect those two last night… if I am not mistaken."

Lodivico smirked for a second on hearing the almost aroused tone to Ernesto's voice. "Ernesto while I know you want to kill something more interesting please keep some sense of reality intact while on the job. You and I both know packs rarely care for anyone beyond their immediate…" The hunter suddenly stopped as he stared down at his phone and pulled a face like curdled milk: a face that seemed to have Ernesto bobbing up and down madly in his seat like a school kid waiting for an ice-cream.

Talking slowly and with some clear distaste Ernesto managed to force out the sentence in slight discomfort. "The Serf has spotted… several…. Werewolves… accompanying one of the brats back to their camp."

Ernesto suddenly let out a whooping and terrific cheer as he almost jumped out his seat. He reached into the back of the car and rubbed a 12 gauge shotgun and a bandolier of shells grinning madly as he watched Ernesto start the car.

As the car started to roll down the silent night time city streets Lodivico glancing at his brother muttered under his breath, "typical."


The inside of the pop up tent was surprisingly spacious, but was still cluttered with the tell-tale signs of clutter from young people living on their own for the first time. Still even for a normal person you would still have to hunch over to move around, so it did not leave much headroom for the werewolves who were squeezing inside. However regardless of climbing over the three or so bags, moving past the portable electric cooker and moving past a blue gym bag, the tent was able to accommodate all of them. Ashley almost tripped over the kettle and Kylie found herself collapsing in a pile of crushed crisp packets, and when Maria sat on top of the old gym bag she stood almost immediately straight up before pulling the lid back and seeing a large handgun inside. Mikey ended up on Kylie's lap for a change, while Derek remained at the entrance. Peter however found himself sandwiched between Arthur and another hooded figure.

"You should not have come here" the figure said sternly as she crossed her arms not even looking up at the werewolf next to her.

Peter raised an eyebrow at the individual who was obviously Arthur's sister, Vivien, and apparently no one else had caught what she had said. But as he was about to ask what she meant why he felt a tug on his fur, and turned to find Arthur was offering him a small plastic cup filled with brown tea in it: the young blonde boy was grinning politely as he held it out.

"Milk? I am afraid we do not have any sugar" he said with his usual pleasantness.

"Um sure" Peter managed to say, accepting the cup once the boy had added the creamy white liquid. He could only stare on with an awkward smirk as he watched as Arthur going from werewolf to werewolf around asking each of the huge wolf human hybrid creatures how much milk they wanted.

However once the novelty wore off he turned back to face the figure on his right, who was simply staring at the floor with her arms crossed. Even without trying he could tell her heart was beating quite fast. It was hard to tell if she was she scared, or angry, it, so he smiled at her and whispered softly, "don't worry I don't bite."

Vivien's heart skipped a beat.

"Vivien do you want tea?"

The hooded girl turned her head and stared past Alpha to face her brother allowing the pack got a good look at the girl, and Peter and Mikey had to blink as they saw her. She was gorgeous, a little severe in her appearance but her long slender face held pronounced lips, framed by high yet soft cheekbones and bright green eyes that sparkled like gems stones, all the while strands of black hair fell around her face dancing in front of her eyes. Even so something sent warning signals off in Alpha's head, there was a coldness in those eyes that just screamed 'I hate you'. But at the moment the anger was directed at her brother, who as with Derek, seemed totally unoved over the obvious antagonism direct at him. Still peter couldn't help but feel that the anger she showed just seemed to make her all the more attractive.

Mikey couldn't help let out a whistle causing Kylie to poke him in the chest. Vivien however immediately reacted to the slight noise and her gaze was now turned on Mikey and Peter could feel the heat from her glare, Mikey and Kylie did to and shuffled away from her. 'This girl is intense,' Peter thought as he glanced at her, wondering if the angry beauty would look at him.

"Vivien" Arthur firmly repeated again, "tea" but his tone carried the unmistakable demand for her to stop?

Vivien complied and crossed her arms and looked back into the fire shrouding her seductive face in darkness. Her answer was calm and to the point, carrying an equally British tone. "No."

Arthur took a breath and smiled. "Excellent shall we begin. Now I trust that you have many questions? Please, fire away."

Scar was the first to speak up and was very clear on what he wanted to say, "why should we trust you?"

Arthur chuckled at this and sipped his own tea before answering. "You can't. But I am trying to do all I can to allay your fears."

"So you think telling us you're a Seventh Son is going to win our trust. Do you really think we are that dumb?"

Arthur sipped his tea again and pulled a sad face "I apologise then."

For a second Scar could only gag. "For what" he eventually demanded, growling once again.

"For failing to make you trust me. And through that making you uncomfortable."

Peter sweat dropped 'what is with this guy.' It seemed Mikey and Kylie were having the same reaction, however Ashely seemed quite enthralled by Arthur.

Derek however exploded "that's not what… okay, next question." He then said stopping himself. "why did you ask us to come here," the werewolf asked, calming himself down and resisting the urge to do something he would undoubtedly regret.

"You wanted to help, and I thought this would make as good a meeting place as any." This however caused Vivien to snort at her brother's remark.

"I guess you don't agree," Queen asked Vivien, tearing her topaz eyes away from the Arthur's face and meeting the dark haired girls green eyes from under her hood.

Vivien's answer was blunt and to the point. "No meddling with you dogs will only lead to trouble."

Instantly the howling of the wind outside became very loud as all the wolves turned their heads to face her. 'Did she seriously just call us what I thought she said' Queen thought as she tried to find her voice, a little taken aback by Arthur's sisters curtness. "Um… okay and another thing they said your father is Gabriel Amell… you said he was um… the Butcher."

"Maybe Gabriel's my father what's it to you bitch… oh sorry female dog."

Inside Queen's head there was a sound of glass breaking. 'W-w-what! Did she seriously…' was all she could hear running through her head as she looked back and forth between Arthur and Vivien. For a second all she felt they shared was good looks, as Arthur's rugged face turned to face his sister who now was now glowering at all the werewolves.

Arthur however reached over and yanked down hard on the two tassels attached to Vivien's hood, closing the noose around it to shut her up. "My apologise, my sister sometimes forgets her manners with guests," he tried to say as he smiled at his sister, even if his brow had fallen so far to turn it into what could be called a half glare. At this however Vivien visibly retreated back inside her hood, but Arthur turned back to Queen and nodded not even batting an eye. "And yes indeed he is our father; I assume this is part of the trust issue."

"No shit" Vivien blurted out jerking back up to glare at Arthur from across Peter's torso. She then stared up at the large werewolf and retreated back into her hood.

Peter blinked at this as she heard her heart speed up again for the third time, both when she had come in, and when she had looked up the first time, was it possible she was scared of them?

Ashley sweat dropped as she tried to navigate this confusing midfield of a conversation "that's part of it, I-I was just wondering why…"

"We are being hunted" Arthur and Vivien said in unison causing both of them to look at each other: Vivien obviously glaring at her brother.

"Um yes" Queen said in the kindest voice she could.

"W-we have… disagreements-" Arthur began, his own voice wavering as he talked "-with our fathers policy towards the supernatural… I." It was the first real time they had seen Arthur pull a face that was anything but a smile.

Vivien however was nowhere as tactful "That's an understatement. Gabriel's insane!"

"So you know he is a murdering psychopath" Scar stated with absolutely zero attempt to cover it up. It was seriously starting to get of Alpha's nerves.

Arthur took a deep breath and shook his head. "I will insist it is more complicated than that but…"

And with that Scar pounced, "so you're going to defend him?

"He is, I'm not," Vivien spat sardonically from under her hood.

Arthur nodded casually pulled a black bag across his crossed leg bouncing it merrily up and down. Peter instantly recognised it as the bag the boy had grabbed from his rucksack, and his mind went back to the school.

"So why were you at Shepard High" he quickly blurted out, trying to sound as friendly as possible?

Taken aback by the sudden change of conversation, and to Alpha's surprise Arthur merely coughed and looked away, Vivien however gave an amused snort as she turned to face the werewolf. "You were there Alpha. You tell us?"

Suddenly the whole pack tensed up, with the same thought spreading across their faces. There was no way that she knew Peter and Alpha were the same person: could she.

Peter was taken so by surprise himself it took him a moment to realise his mouth was slightly open, and forced it shut as he tried to stammer a response. "I think you have me confused for someone else," he tried to say but couldn't help but start to feel a little hot under the spandex.

Vivien shifted slightly to get a better look of Alpha, tilting her head up to look him directly in the eye with her bright green emeralds, and for the first time a real smile crept across the girls face. It was an unnerving smile that sent a shiver down the werewolf's spine, but yet at the same time he couldn't help but notice at how beautiful the girl was.

"Really Peter" she tutted turning away, pushing a lock on her raven hair back into her hood. "Also Kylie dear I still don't believe you're not that girl from earlier… oh sorry Gothina."

Peter felt his throat go tight and his own heart skip a beat, Kylie also let out a little squeak from across the room as she stared in horror from around the room. "H-how" Scar managed to ask just as dumfounded by the revelation as the rest of the pack.

The Caucasian girl almost lazily sat back pressing herself up against the wall of tent as she began to gloat. "Oh please 'Derek do you really think I am stupid, that I would allow Arthur to bring you here against my…"

"Vivien!"

Everyone suddenly looked at Arthur whose roaring voice had caught everyone flat footed. He was now glaring at his sister with an intense look that just seemed to ooze anger as his face was filled with a tight lipped rage. "Be polite," he then said immediately flipping from blood boiled range to a much calmer tone as his expression.

Vivien merely grunted as she let the shadow of her hood showed her face again, muttering the words "idiot" in a barely audible voice that only the werewolves could pick up.

"Excuse Vivien, she likes to show off."

"But how" Scar repeated aggressively as he got up as much as he could and tried to get up and take a step towards the twins. Only for Queen to grab his hand and pull him back down.

Vivien answered his question though by waving a large book at them that had been lying undisturbed next to her feet. The title read 'Shepard High year book' in gold letters. Vivien not waiting for an answer flipped the book open and licking the tip of her finger scrolled through the pages.

"Simple, werewolves wolf forms have noticeable characteristics that can be cross referenced with their human ones, " she began to say as she licked her thumb to turn the pages. "Hair colour with primary fur colour, bone structure, build, arm length, distance between the eyes, cup size…"

"Your kidding" Maria said raising an eyebrow, which caused Vivien to snort.

"No I am not. Still I am not sure who you are… never seen you before, shall we find out" the girl then sad with an almost ecstatic grin, trying to open the book before her brother snatched it away from her.

"Vivien I said stop showing off."

Queen spoke up next with a calm authoritarian voice, but that was still none the less calming "Okay, we get it your smart, now first off why were you at our school?"

"Well, um…"

"Queen"

"Well, Queeny…" Vivien began again.

"You do know your not easy to get on with," Queen flatly stated, cutting her off.

"Entirely intended," Vivien smirked, cocking an eyebrow at the blonde werewolf not even trying to hide her sarcasm. "Well we were looking for food, as we have been on the run for a while and we ran out of money. So we thought we might 'liberate' some from your cafeteria. As I understand your meal plan that week wasn't very popular."

Queen shook her head and shivered at the memory of the food. Still pressing on as she tired her next question "okay, now tell me you said your father is a Monster hunter does that make you ones too?"

"Yes" confirmed Arthur with a nod of the head.

Vivien smiled again and began causally mouthing off. "Yeah and we are so big and bad and scary, isn't that right… Derek? Nice scar by the way." She let out an arrogant laugh that for some reason sounded forced. But regardless it had the intended effect.

For a moment Peter gulped, peering across the anger stricken face of the great gigantic werewolf that glared down towards the smiling girl. Only the sound of the rain pattering of nylon covering of the tent broke the silence that radiated all around them. For that moment all eyes were on Scar who's left eye had begun to twitch. However he merely uttered a small curse and stormed out the tent, causing Vivien grin to take on a more sinister appearance.

As queen rushed after him both Arthur and Alpha rounded on Vivien and said in perfect sync chastised her. "What was that for" Peter growled his own temper creeping into his voice.

And Arthur saying "Vivien they are here to help."

Her nose wrinkled as looked sourly at her brother "Yes and you know full well what would hap…" she tried to yell before something got caught in caught in her throat and Angrily turned to Peter. "And if you don't like it the doors over there" she spat bitterly turning her gaze slowly between the four remaining wolves. "Now do yourself a favour and save yours… get out!" She began to say before catching herself again and yelling out at the top of her lungs.

She then ripped back her hood and pointed aggressively at the exit and to the sound of the rain beyond them. Yet as she stared wide eyed at all of them her expression grew gradually madder as they did not budge and merely stared back her in utter confusion. "If you stay here your goanna get hurt!" And slowly as the beating of her heart intensified, Peter realised what she was trying to do, it was strange, it was barmy but yet it made sense.

Slowly Peter found the words and reaches out to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "We will deal with it when it comes," he said as calmly as he could, it was rather hard though after everything the rather sour girl had tried to do.

"You tried this last night" Kylie said softly to the raven haired girl who left eye began to twitch, "but please you have to realise we want to help."

Arthur licked his lips as he looked at his sister who had visibly recoiled from Peter touching her, looking at him like he was a leaper. However her enraged expression softened and her heavy breathing evened out. However slowly she fell back next to Peter holding her hand in her face. "Your all idiots," she said the venom in her voice sounding more potent than ever. None the less she slowly turned to Alpha and muttered, "Fine what do you want to know!"

And from then on the conversation progressed in a more or less civil fashion. The two twins were of course quite open with who they were and who their father was, even if Vivien kept up calling him Gabriel. As for who they were, as it turned out they didn't have much of a home growing up, and had lived on the move most of their lives going from place to place due to their fathers work. As it turned out though Gabriel had for years been using his status as a Doctor as a cover to look for and in Vivien's own words 'neutralise' any supernatural threat he could find. Arthur was especially blunt in confirming that he had killed children, and Vivien had been aggressively vocal of her disgust of her father's past actions. But what turned out to be the biggest head turner for the packs was the news of who his father worked for.

The Order of St. Arthur. Interestingly Arthur was very swift to shoot down any relation between himself and the organisation's name, but it was what the organisation was that unnerved the werewolves the most. An international organisation of monster hunters who's primary goal was not only the systematic extermination threats to humanity but also to do so while fighting them on an 'equal footing.' In other words to them a single human fighting a werewolf or vampire one on one was the greatest act a member could perform. And as they were keen to reiterate their father had taken down multiple packs and covens alone.

The Order apparently prided itself of only accepting the best, with the two men who had been chasing them last night, Ernesto and Lodivico, otherwise known as the Falco brothers, being two former hit men and special forces soldiers used by the Order as enforcers: working under the judicial and regulatory half of the organisation: the Inquisition. Arthur strangely snorted at the mention of the group but refused to comment further on it, staying unusually quiet when it was mentioned.

It didn't take the twins long to come clean on their opinions of the organisation. Apparently despite having been moulded towards becoming perfect hunters since birth, being fed propaganda their whole lives and being told time and time again the supernatural was evil, it didn't seem to have worked. Vivien was especially blunt that she never had any intention of fulfilling her role of a hunter from day one, and two years ago they had teamed up and taken a stand against their father. They had secretly undermined his hunting by informing his targets of his impending attacks before they happened, thus saving lives and keeping their father in the dark as to the truth. However it was due to the fact certain supernatural creatures had attacked them while doing this that they had 'done a runner' last night. Both twins were under the impression that their pack was one of the many other wolf packs they had upset while trying to save, and had come to Everett track them down. Vivien even noted some surprise that there were any wolves in Everett.

Peter naturally gave an awkward and nervous apology, but confidently joked they were here and were here to stay.

However as the twins continued their story they admitted they had underestimated their own organisation, as the Order figured out who had been undermining their fathers, their best agents, efforts. And their wrath was swift and brutal forcing them to go on the run with the two Falco brothers in hot pursuit since Texas.

"And that's where the police station was attacked," commented Scope as he put the last pieces of the events together. "I'll just say this, what the hell is wrong with those two?"

"I agree, they don't seem to be trying to take you back alive," Kylie added as she absently tried to shift her, and by extension Scopes, position within the cramped tent.

Confidently Vivien's smile changed its appearance becoming more amused than the condescending expression she had been carrying around for the last three minutes. "Yeah, well when you have been chasing someone for three months or so I am guessing that tempers are going to flare."

Maria however coolly interjected with her own analysis. "I saw the photos from the report of what they did in Texas," she explained as she weighed what the twins said. "That was more than just temper's flaring; they were doing a scorch earth policy." Slowly she sipped the last of her tea and handed it back to Arthur who smiled at her as she did so.

Still Arthur did nod in agreement as he bounced the black bag on his leg up and down. "An astute observation Huntress, but you must remember the Order is no standard fair hunting organisation, we… they pride themselves on secrecy as a key to their defence. So when we handed ourselves over to the police…" the blonde haired boy tried to say, before trailing off in embarrassment. Up until then Arthur had been talking fairly confidently, even with a clear note of pride or even aggravation, but yet suddenly his tone become hollow and cold. "I should have expected what they would do."

"Oh get over yourself," Vivien spat as she flicked some of her stray hair out of her face.

Yet Peter couldn't help but ask "what do you mean?"

Arthur signed again as he looked up at the ceiling of the tent and absently ran his hands along the buckled edges of the rugged black bag. "The Order values its secrecy as they were officially disbanded almost seventy years ago. If the governments of the world were to learn to what extent they still operate on it could spell doom for them. As such… I should have predicted what leaving would mean to those we met."

"Thank you numbskull" an exasperated Vivien roared almost laughing, as she stretched out a thin and well-manicured finger at Alpha "and you did it again."

"Oh what would you have done," he snapped turning to his sister with an equally aggravated tone? "Tried to annoy them into leaving? Because at least I am letting them know what they are getting themselves into!"

"Okay, okay" Alpha said loudly, raising his pawed hands at the twins sitting either side of him. "But seriously why should these hunters worry so much about you, your just teenagers?"

Arthur shifted next to Peter and pulled a face "well part of that has to do with the fact I am a Seventh Son of a Seventh Son. I am the seventh male child of man who is the youngest of seven brothers, which due to the laws of magic and the natural world gifts me deep connection to nature. It's a pretty rare occurrence, even more so when modern medical gene therapy and artificial contraception interrupts the process." The blonde haired boy explained, letting out another heavy sigh as he did so before shifting slightly again away from Peter. "But due to my connection to nature I not only have these healing abilities, "he explained stating at the back of his hand, "but I also have sixth sense and nearly total immunity to most diseases, including Lycanthropy and similar conditions."

"So wait if I bite you, you wouldn't turn" Mikey asked quite surprised on hearing that?

"From you alone, no," he admitted looking at the floor slightly embarrassed. "I have my limits, believe me, but as of yet I rarely gotten into a situation which I need to push them. So I mostly just heal faster than ordinary people: a lot faster."

Vivien nodded in agreement. "And it's because of his immunity that people like my brother are considered natural born monster hunters. Even when they get into a fight with a supernatural creature they stand a well above average chance to walk out of it still human. And unlike anything Mr Scar face out there it's not just because they like to do it."

Vivien suddenly glowered at Mikey who was grinning like an idiot. "Oh come on who wouldn't want to be a werewolf, I mean look at me," he exclaimed raining his arm and flexing causing Vivien to glower at him. "Like what you see," he teased causing Kylie to poke him playfully in the ribs.

"You mentioned something about a sixth sense," the purple and white werewolf asked still giggling at Mikey?

Arthur again nodded in the same way he always did. "Well yes, but it's not especially useful."

"How is seeing ghosts not cool," Kylie blurted out with a grin wide toothy grin, her long fangs causing Vivien to reach her hand inside her hoody.

"Calm down Vivien. And you misunderstand… erm Gothina… Kylie?"

"Right now Gothina cutie" she said winking at Arthur who gave a small smirk and causing Mikey to look at Kylie in surprise. "What if you can flirt with girls I can to," she then added, flicking him in the head.

Still letting his leg fall silent Arthur grinned chuckled to himself, although awkwardly looking away. "Well Gothina, I don't see ghosts, however I do have the ability to sense people's emotions," he admits as he grins. "It's not especially useful in hunting as I cannot sense where, who and what the thoughts are behind it, but I get inklings to how people feel within my line of sight… if I so wish to anyway."

"Woah, and you think that is a lame power," the astonished Mikey chocked as he look at him with profound surprise, "I would just love to know what girls think!"

Arthur rolls his eyes and tried to speak "it's not mind reading, it's just what they feel at that…"

"Do me!"

"I am sorry what," Arthur asked a little surprised turning to look at Gothina, "I-um…" he said blushing.

"She means tell her what she is feeling," Vivien moaned letting herself have a quick face palm as her bother stared stupidly at the werewolf.

"Well, right now… you feel, amused I think… and excited, no intrigued, well something that merges those two emotions and also slightly… aroused. "

"I guess having her boyfriend on her lap didn't give that one away," Vivien snorted in amusement.

Gothina went so red that the mauve fur around her face went a deep dark purple. Mikey meanwhile sniggered and pointed at himself, "me next!"

Arthur rolled his shoulders as he leaned in to look at Scope seriously, "well you are now highly amused, you feel awkward… out of place and have deep insecurities-"

"Wait where are you getting that from, aren't you going to say I am aroused to," Scope asked almost indignantly, as he almost sat up in shock. "I mean where is this coming from…"

Arthur blinked and looked at him in surprise, "well that is what I felt, you have deep feelings on inadequacy, they are faint but I would guess you have been bullied before?"

"How did you?"

Arthur smiled knowingly, "I may not be as good at digging up facts as my dear sister is, but I am a very good interpreter," he admitted with a wide smile. "But if it makes you feel better I was about to get that you were aroused to… and had a deep connection to someone in the room."

Mikey grinned and glanced at Gothina behind him. Gothina however for some reason ignored him and suddenly cheered, almost sitting up and sending Scope flying as she waved a clawed finger madly at Maria, "ooooh, oooooh do Huntress next, Huntress," she cried almost yelling in joy and her hand swivelled madly in the direction of the stoned face expression of the packs resident ice queen.

Huntress however couldn't help but roll her eyes disapprovingly as the boy turned to look at her.

Wasting no time Arthur began with a smile. "Well Huntress here is finding this whole situation rather silly, I believe anyway…"

"Well that's no surprise," Scope chuckled as he tickled Gothina who giggled in unison to her boyfriend.

"No… that's not right," Arthur admitted suddenly, as he leaned closer to Huntress who once again raised one of her slender brown eyebrows at the boy. "She wants to think its silly, yet she has a longing to tell us something, but cares about us… no you… so she keeps quiet. No that's not right, she… hmmmm." As he talked though Huntress just stared at him as she tilted her head and let her eyes narrow as she glanced at him unsure as to what to make of what he was doing. As Arthur continued he went wide eyed and smiled, "she wants to join in, she desperately wants to be a part of the fun, but that's… oh," the English boy said as he looked at her, "but her parents would not app…"

"Enough," Maria roared as her second eyebrow shot up to meet the other on her forehead raising her hand so suddenly to silence Arthur's conversation that she sent a few stacked cans of beans flying.

"Woah that is so awesome," Mikey said in almost uncontrollable fits of laughter.

"Not really" sniffed Arthur as he bounced the black bag again on his leg looking at Huntress before closing his eyes and bowing his head.

Peter could only look on astonished at how quickly Arthur had performed his work, "you know that is actually sounds pretty cool."

"Not to burst your bubble, but the reason why we went on the run," grunted Vivien with a slight smile, even she could not help but be amused by Arthur's display of deduction.

Peter nodded in agreement. But still as he looked back at Arthur who was still bowing his head to Maria he couldn't help but smile. The black haired werewolf had to admit that when he had discovered that werewolves were more than the everyday campfire stories and movies made them out to be his world was quite shaken, if for the better. But now he got why Scar was so disturbed, those bedtimes stories or the reputation Scar said the supernatural had about Seventh sons were a bizarre reflection or parody of the same tales he had seen when human, and just like with werewolves with human perceptions, the super naturals of seventh sons was wildly coloured.

Just then Vivien lips moved as she muttered something without making any noise. "Huh what was that" Maria demanded suddenly as yellow eyes narrowed.

"And I said they are after me, because for my age I know a lot about magic." The black haired beauty flicked another strand of hair from her face as she talked. "They sank a lot of resources into us, so us doing a runner with all their secrets is a potentially damaging situation they want to avoid!"

"How much" Huntress queried, trying to recover the sense of control she ad, had before she nearly jumped out of her own fur?

"Ten million, each!"

The wolves felt their mouths drop open, we'll all of them except Maria. That was a lot money to throw behind just two people, but despite the sly grin Vivien was showing Arthur still seemed somewhat un-phased.

"They also want back a few of our belongings," the blonde haired boy said matter of factly, adding to the pile grievances for why the Order was after them.

"What belongings?"

Vivien bit her lip and looked up in the air: "well when we were a part of the Order we had access to a few useful tools to help us with our work."

"You mean hunting," Alpha asked forcing Arthur to nod and a frown.

"And you nicked them" Scope stated raising an eyebrow, in a near perfect imitation of Maria.

"I will state all the things we have, were given to us by our father" Arthur retorted so bluntly that Scope didn't even get a chance to respond. "And I will also state that we do have rightful ownership down to the last rune round. It just those jerks want to steal them!"

"Wait I am slightly confused" Kylie asked looking rather confused at the two of them. "These guys, Ernesto and Lodivico, are just after what a few bullets?"

"It's more complicated than that" said Arthur, Vivien and Scope said in unison, earning the mauve and white werewolf a dark glare from the girl and an amused chortle from both Arthur.

"Suffice to say that if they got their hands on a few of the things we have," Arthur added, still chortling from the joke, "it would cause trouble for quite a few innocent…" he paused mulling over the words again, "people to be hurt."

Peter gravely rested his snout on in his hands as he worked out what was happening, "and by people you mean the supernatural".

"So why did you do it" Scope asked seriously, "I mean turn on the order?"

Vivien rather annoyed expression gave way again to her confident smirk. "Would you believe common human decency," she asked with only a hint of sarcasm?

But Arthur very bluntly and proudly claimed "it was out father. He taught us well and raised us to be good people, not just killers," he claimed with almost zero tact for his sister, who was now glaring at him angrily.

'Seriously' Peter thought as he was caught in the middle of the staring crossfire for what felt like the fifth time, 'it's like I am sandwiched between Soviet Russia and U.S.A.' But suddenly something hit him, and raising his pawed hands between the two humans his brain went into overdrive. "Wait, you keep mentioning the Falco brother during the chase, yet it's only now you really mentioned your father?"

Arthur scratched his head as she tried to figure out what he meant "well we mentioned him earlier?"

Turning now to the rather bewildered blonde haired boy, the black furred werewolf continued his rant. "No, what I mean is in the terms of you being chase you two… well you Arthur have been saying is that it was what your father taught you that made you turn against him. Am I right?" Arthur nodded in agreement, and Scar grimaced. "And as far as you know it's only been the Falco brothers who have been after you?"

Arthur nodded again, more sternly this time as he lowered his brow and forced his own brain to work overtime. Vivien too was looking at Peter as if he was just rambling on about nothing, "I am not sure where you're going but, go one wolf boy?"

Ignoring the comment Alpha broke the news, "me and Scope saw Gabriel earlier today in town when we were in human form." The sound of thunder rocked the room and the pattering of the rain became a deafening din from outside. "And the Falco brothers were with him!"

"That's…"

"not…"

"like…

"him-m" the two twins said alternating between one another almost stammering out the last few syllables.

"He hates them… he hates the inquisition" Vivien managed to wheeze out as he stared wide eyed at the werewolf, the look of disbelief all across her face.

But what took Alpha completely by surprise was the sudden tug on his arm as Arthur grabbed his fur and almost thrust his face into Peter's snout. There was a mad glean in his eyes, but an expression of such panic that the soft tender voice he spoke with could not be with any other intention than concern and care.

"P-please… t-t-tell me… how did he look, was he okay, he wasn't coughing was… please tell me he wasn't coughing?"

Scope cut in almost immediately, drawing the almost crazed looking Arthur away from Alpha and returning some sense into his eyes. "He looked okay to me, I mean he has a breathalyser, and he almost beat up Ernesto when he took a swipe at one of our friends, but yeah he looked okay," the brown haired werewolf explained in a caring tone: a tone that seemed to cause Arthur to relax as he slid back onto his patch of the tents floor.

He nervously picked up the long back bag and placed in back on his knee where he continued to bob it up and down more vigorously. "I-I am sorry" he tried to say with clear nerves, "I-I am just surprised… this is just so unexpected for my father…"

"Does he really hate those two that much" Maria asked with unusual concern?

Arthur once again nodded, his calm expression returning, although his smile nowhere to be seen "Yes he does... them, their boss, the whole inquisition, they are a corrupt bunch, even by the order's standards… just…" he pauses and pulls out a small handkerchief and wipes away two tears from his eyes.

"My father is dying!"

Suddenly there was the unmistakable sound of tearing cloth and five long talons bore through the tent flap. All eight of the occupants were on their feet in a second, Alpha dropping onto all fours to pounce, Maria drawing her two pistols, Vivien pulling a gin from somewhere and Kylie and Scope raising their hands to rush whoever came through. However in that split second the flap was torn away the group only saw the hulking brown form of something far larger than any werewolf the two had ever seen rise up and then come crashing down onto the roof of the tent.

Immediately everything went black as the group tried to pull the polystyrene coverings walls off. And then something warm splattered over them all, followed by an intense scream. And as Kylie rubbed the red stuff between her hands in the darkness she couldn't help realise that it smelled of blood. And through all the noise of the rain and the storm that now seemed to pound on them from above one noise could be heard. It was a screaming, or rather yells of anguish that was unmistakably from Arthur.