A/N: Very short climax, and I'm very sorry for that. :l I'll try to make a longer one on the next story. Oh wait, looking at the number of words. I'm so getting ivre. I'm scared for my results from my French test, which the teacher will be giving out tomorrow. Shucks.

DISCLAIMER: I wouldn't be down here writing this story in desperation if I took credit for CSI:Miami, Coldplay and YUMGirlAndMoltMan. I'll probably be somewhere in the UK. :) Meeting Richard Hammond.

Chapter 20:

Ryan's POV:

I dug my heels under the soil as I slowed myself down from the fast paced gallops. I've finally reached the place. I looked around for any suspicious activity, letting my sharp sense of hearing roam through the woods, but there was nothing but peace and tranquility. Not for long.

I know Grey has an element of surprise, but I'm going to give mine to him first.

I sniffed through the air, letting my nose touch almost everything in sight as I walked along with Anastasia's beautiful lavender scent. To be able to smell it, lingering within my body, is a big sense of relieve for me. I left no stone unturned, as I stopped in front of a massive, antique block of wood. My inner, animalistic nature let out a soft growl as I noticed the blood stain smudged on the door handle. I just hope it's not Anne's, if not…

I shook my head, getting rid of the thought immediately, no Wolfe. You're supposed to hurt him, not kill him.

There were a lot of conflicts between my brain and my physical being, of what I am now and what my discipline thought me. It's in my nature that werewolves must protect their loved ones, even if it meant killing people to ensure for it, but I don't want to be placed in jail and losing all that effort searching for her in the first place, if I killed him. However, I'm just a young werewolf; this means I'll have trouble controlling my anger and my actions in the end.

For the first time, I was in a dilemma. Every time a few choices came up in my life, be it the choice of food or what to wear, I have become level headed and made it straight away. Usually it works out in the end, but for now, it's a fifty-fifty chance of failure. The question is: Which one does the least damage?

I heard the sound of the tires rolling against the roadside, as a police patrol car came to an abrupt stop around the curb, just a few meters away from the building. Not wanting to be found out and ruining the operation as a result, I quickly made my way back to the woods, using my hind legs as a jump start. A hand caught me as I jumped through a root that has grown above ground, and I was shoved against it, pinned and unable to move.

I wanted to roar as loudly as I could, to let the person fear for me and hopefully let me go, but a hand gripped my jaw and clenched it tight, rendering me helpless, "Mr. Wolfe. It's all right. It's me," my body calmed down upon hearing the familiar voice ringing through my ears.

What's wrong, H? my natural instincts set in, as Horatio propped me up, brushing the extra dirt of my fur and my nose, "It's you, Mr. Wolfe. I was hoping that I would catch you in time before you attacked Grey and possibly ruin the other half of your life, but I guess I got lucky."

My tail played with itself, swishing from left to right behind me, as Horatio got up, swiping off the extra dirt of his jacket and his pants, making himself presentable when meeting his old nemesis in a moment, What do you mean, lucky?

"It means that," he took out the sunglasses from around his neck, making sure that it was spotless, without any dirt or scratches, before sliding it slowly towards his face, tucking it nicely behind his ears, "From my experience, werewolves that have just received new powers tend to use it until it is out of their control. Some of the men you see in the prison aren't really humans, and they had to be placed in a special cell."

My jaw clenched at the thought, why didn't the public know of this?

"Because it better for them not to know. We don't want the world to panic, and we certainly don't want murders that would reflect badly on us. It's just lucky that the humans helping us out have encountered with a supernatural creature in their lives," his footsteps thundered as it hits the muddy ground, him placing his hand on my forehead, stopping beside me. His hand was ice cold in between my ears, and the phrase 'giving a cold shoulder' suddenly comes to mind, making sense.

"Come on Ryan; let's do what we often do. And get out as quickly as possible, before destroying the building," he walked a few steps forward before twisting his body to look back at me, while I was busy licking my paws, biting it in hopes to make it sharper so that the wounds I will implant on Grey later on are deeper, "Coming, Wolfe?"

My jaw widened in a big smile as I trotted behind him, getting ready with the advance.

Little did I realize that everyone was already in position while we got ready in ours, waiting for the Lieutenant's signal. Our position has had the best view of the insides of the house through the windows, with us standing behind a bush, hiding in it in case Grey felt the need to look out of the window. My ears picked out the sound of someone screaming inside, the sound of someone very familiar. I tried not to look, but I couldn't help myself. She was all that I could think of, so.

And there she is, sitting down against the cold hard floor, hands bounded to a piece of rope behind her back, panting and looking really exhausted. Her back was bare, showing lots of small cuts and massive bruising, ruining its softness. Her hair looked like it went through a tornado which is spit out, and when her face turned around to glance at what's outside the window, her cheek revealed a darkened red scar across her cheek. It was probably caused by a whip that Grey was holding, as he walked back and forth, shouting all sorts of nonsense at her and spitting in her face. My body burned with rage, how could he do this to her?

Does he even have a soul? I let out a fearsome growl, not bothering whether I am showing my jaws, walking forward, hoping to get a clear view and read her thoughts, when I felt a hand on my body, "Not yet. Mr. Wolfe. I know how you feel. I want to do that to him as well. The time is near, and we will do it."

Suddenly, the walkie-talkie crackled into life, "Sir, the suspect is on the move. Awaiting your signal, over," I looked over at the orange-haired man, my soon to be father-in-law, who smiled as a sign of victory towards Grey's direction, "You ready, Mr. Wolfe?"

I always am, H. Been waiting for this moment, I panted with delight, sliding out my long tongue just like a dog getting his treat, leaning on a pair of leg, before switching to another, as he pressed his thumb against the button and moved it closer towards his mouth, "Let's go guys. Be careful."

I leapt out of my comfort position as soon as I heard the first slamming of the doors, "MDPD! Put your hands up where we could see it," I know the Akrisons wouldn't give up that easily, and sure enough, Casey was on top of a SWAT member, hissing loudly and baring her fangs at him, as I arrived in the living room, hey! Let him go!

"If it isn't little Wolfe. You're none of my business. Go away while I finish my job," licking her lips from side to side, leaving nothing but wet rims around her mouth, she bent closer towards the member's neck, edging in for the kill.

Her ego has definitely gone too far, THAT'S IT.

I leapt across from the door towards her, pouncing on her and pushing her away from the frightened human, who managed to relive himself as part of him being alive. I looked back at him for a moment, before focusing on my battle, Coward, you can handle terrorists and drug dealers, but you can't handle a vampire. Great.

"I guess our little Wolfie wants to play, huh? We'll see about that," Casey moved her head from left to right, making 'cracks' as the muscles has been stretched and warmed, ready to go. With superhuman speed, she appeared behind me, and shoved me towards the ground, making me kiss it with my jaws.

I can't let you hurt any more people; I struggled for a moment, with my legs trying to gain strength so that I could pull myself up, wondering towards myself about the controlling of my powers when my mind made up, "Make me. What can you do, little Wolfie? Your barks worse than your bite, you know."

My golden Egyptian eyes met her blue ones, as I swerved myself so that my chest is facing hers, before letting out a thunderous kick from my hind legs, causing her to land on the wall at the far end, You asked for it.

Clutching her chest, Casey re-aligned her eyes on me, finding the right balance for her before making the move to stand up, "That's a lot better than before. Gosh, I must have been missing out on a lot," I felt a gust of wind, followed by a blow from Casey's hands as it landed in my stomach, sending me flying over the air, before smashing onto the dining table, with the glass shattering into tiny pieces. I whimpered as the wounds began to heal slowly, agonizing me in pain. There couldn't only be small cuts and bruises; it's going to be bone dislocations as well.

Kids have done this to me before in school, although not as extreme as what I am facing now, making fun of me and bullying me because of my differences in interest with them: Astronomy. I could remember the look on his face as he broke my precious possession, the telescope, smiling, and laughing as loud as possible, as if he wants the whole world to know what cruel thing he just did to me, and that he wants the whole world to praise him for what he have done.

Don't give up, Ryan! I believe you!

I flashed back towards one of our 'secrets giving' sessions. We were talking about the bullying I had faced when I was young, about the conflicting emotions coursing through my body:

"Getting bullied is normal, Ryan," Anastasia smiled as she sought for my hand, bring the both of them up, cupped between hers. Her fingers started moving up and down my knuckles, caressing it softly, "It's just how you look at it that matters."

I cocked an eyebrow at her 'conclusion', "Really? I thought bullying is meant to be bad."

"Yeah but," she tried catching her rhythm, before continuing on, "it teaches us to be stronger than we really are, to be able to conquer new challenges. Aren't those good things in life?"

I nodded obediently at her. I can't believe she is way wiser than me, even though I can be 10 years older than her, "Yeah, That's true, but…"

"But is not an answer, Mr. Wolfe," Anne started her father's expression again, causing me to laugh, relieving of the awkwardness and the stresses found deep inside of me, "My dad always tells my brother and I about this all the time, and I hope you would keep that in your memory."

"Yeah? And what would that be?" my hands tightened on hers, as she placed them on her lap, "Don't give up on whatever you do! Haters are just going to find out the wrong things in you, to bring it out into the world so that you will never find success, but some people will seek you as an inspiration for them. And that's what you're doing to them now, by finding the evidence and putting the culprits in jail."

That quote really makes sense. I've thought about it for awhile, before smiling at her genius, "I guess you're right. Thank you Annie," both of us leaned closer towards each other, as I gave a small peck on her forehead, smiling towards myself for being able to take that step, closer to where I've wanted it to become.

This happened a few days before she was kidnapped from school. It was just a few days after the kidnapper from the bush tried to take Anne away from me.

Listening towards the sentence Anne gave to me brought me back to life, mind fully refreshed and full of confidence of what's coming ahead. I got up on my four legs, hurt from the pieces of glass stuck to my body where most of the wounds are, but I don't care. Anastasia is my hope, and I wouldn't let them take it away just like that.

You're not going to get rid of me THAT easily, I let out a sly smile, an old Wolfe favorite, as Casey returned hers, a little more sarcastic.

"Begging for more, little Wolfie? Come get me!" she made clicking noises, as if she was calling out for a real dog. To hell with her.

The next moments may seem like a blur towards a human eye, but as for me, it looked as if everything was in slow motion. We were walking around in circles, eye-to-eye, like it was some kind of sumo wrestling preparing for the fight. Both of us were planning tactics in our heads, as well as seeking the opportunity to strike. After a few probing and distractions, Casey took off first, jabbing her hand in the air, towards one of my front left legs, but I've managed to dodge her, moving her towards the side and letting her fall over her own steps. Clumsy fella, a snort of laughter left through my nose.

With vampiric speed however, she swerved her body so that her back faces the ground, making no hesitation as she got back up again. I backed a few steps, before doing what natural predators normally do. I pounced on her, landing her back straight towards the cold hard floor. I wanted her to feel what I've felt two minutes ago.

She bared her fangs at me, feeling nothing but intense anger and slight fear as she hissed loudly, but stopped only when I roared back at her, showing my vicious, long and sharp teeth back at her.

Two police officers immediately went towards the two of us, sensing that the threat is half over, and began placing handcuffs on her. This is a special type of handcuff though, as it is designed and built in Japan, and it was used to prevent even the strongest of vampires from breaking it and running away loose. I thank the mystery weapon providing man. Unexpectedly, a pair of arms entwined themselves around my body and a force pulled me up, as if I was a dog again. I let out a cry that came out as a roar and tried to struggle my way through, only to listen to the familiar sounds of Anastasia's uncle, realizing who the arms wrapped around me were, "You've hurt her enough, Wolfe. She's in chains, and she's never getting out of this one. I think it's best for everyone if you go help out H."

He lets me down gently, helping me get on my legs with the least amount of pain as possible. I'm actually surprised that he could carry me even though I'm five times bigger than a normal dog, but then again, so is the time when he smashed me against the wall the other day, "Go now, Wolfe. I'll handle this."

I nodded towards the older vampire, never looking back at the egoistic maniac lying on the floor, before making my way across the hallway and into the one where everyone was trying to go in; the room that Anne was being held captive. My werewolf senses felt as if the house had undergone some earthquakes, letting out silent shakes, causing my legs to pull me faster and faster into the room.

I paused briefly at the door, shocked at the damage it had received. It seems that someone has literally ripped it apart. My mind went back to the one person who could have done it: Her father, Horatio.

Better be extra careful around this man the next time, he hides his powers really well.

Suddenly, I've found new respect for the man himself. I've always looked up to him as a source of inspiration, to be serving others for justice, but now I realized that he takes his family more seriously than work, surprising me that he's actually a family man.

I must have been dreaming too much, because my head instantly whipped into the room upon hearing Horatio's loud growls and curses being thrown towards Grey, "We meet again, Grey! It's a pity I let you go the first time, well now it's never going to happen again."

I entered through the shattered remains of where the door once was, and ran towards Horatio who had Grey by the collar, "Isn't it weird that I can catch you again and again, and on the same position as well?" not wanting to interfere with their little brutal conversation and angering Horatio even more, I sat down as I watch the red-head threw the vampire across the room, crashing against the Akrisons' 'beloved waterfall'.

As if he could sense me, Horatio turned his head in my direction, back still facing me. His teeth were barred and eyes bright blue, filled with murderous rage, "take Anne with you and leave now. I don't want her and the others to see what I'm about to do to him…"

"But what about you, H?" him looking back at the struggling vampire answers my question immediately, "Don't worry about me; now get Anastasia and the others out of here! NOW!"

I didn't ask another question, and went out towards the shaken crowd, along with a few back-up. I stopped in my tracks, making me slide towards where Anne lay there, moaning in great pain from most, in fact all, of the wounds around her body. Looking at her made my anger flare up again, but I didn't want to waste any time about destroying their house and getting rid of their lives, and so I stood in my hind legs, making sure that I'm comfortable running outside with her on my arms, before coming beneath her and swooping her within my arms.

As I did so, Anne let out a silent sigh, before looking at me, "mm… Ryan."

As if I was hypnotized, I bent closer towards her and started licking the wound of her left cheek, healing it, Hey there, Anne. Listen to me; you're going to be all right.

"I know… I will… be," even though she had been tortured immensely and being mocked and spat at, she let out a courageous smile, as if nothing has ever happened to her. My heart broke at the sight of her, abused and almost left to die. Her father must have been teaching her very well, "By the way… how was… Will?"

Will? Who's Will? I thought to myself, but I didn't manage to get the answer because of Horatio's voice echoing the walls, "Mr. Wolfe, leave. NOW."

Making sure that all the club members have escaped from the house of doom, all of us bolted out of there, where paramedics have already prepared their stations, for our injured club members. Alexx was also there, putting on her latex gloves. She approached me immediately when she saw the big bold wolf carrying a teenage girl on his arms, "Bring her over to my side, love. She needs to be medicated immediately, and you need to change back."

Alexx helped me as the both of us lowered the poor girl gently on the bed, making sure that nothing is obstructing us on the way, "All right. I'm just going to check for her veins, and I'll probably give her some infusion. You better change back honey, you reek."

I rolled my eyes, being childish as usual, replying her with a sarcastic tone, I'm sorry. Must have been out in the woods for too long. I'll change back now.

The Medical Examiner rolled her eyes and let out a stifle as I trotted back into the woods, going back to the words in search of my clothes, running back into the scene after a few minutes, wearing the same shirt and pants as before. The only difference is that it is messy. I didn't care about how I wear and about being neat anymore since Anne could well be going into an unconscious state, "How's she doing, Alexx?"

"I'm afraid she's not going to be conscious in a while. She's sustained too much blunt force trauma to the head as well as the injuries on the back, and lost a massive amount of blood, more than what the poor baby girl could have ever survived with. I've given her an antibiotic to prevent the cells from getting too weak, but she needs to go to the hospital NOW. I need to operate on her immediately," she called for her colleagues as they immediately pushed the bed and hoisted her into the ambulance.

I followed closely behind them, "Can I come along?" in which I received a stern glare and a cross of arms from the lady, "Well, of course you can, Ryan. After all, she's your girlfriend, remember?"

Smiling gleefully, and giving a silent 'Thank you', I went up the stairs and into the awaiting vehicle, before she closed the doors behind the both of us and a paramedic. She made a small smile before closing it, "I'm glad she's still alive."

I duck my head low as the doors met together, producing a 'click' sound, I'm thankful that she is.

"Ryan… mmf..." her voice brought me back into her attention, as I kneeled closer towards her bed, "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

Her eyes immediately looked down towards the rest of her body; picking up her hand with has been injected with what Alexx gave her earlier, "it… hurts…"

As the ambulance turned off the curb and let out the sirens, I wrapped my hand around her raised one, clenching it together, as my other hand went to soften the creases on her forehead, leaning in to give my soft, awaiting lips, on it, "You're going to be fine, sweetheart. You're in good hands, and that I will be beside you no matter what."

She had a hard time nodding her head, but I understood what she meant, "You'll… still be… with me?"

I nodded my head immediately, feel every ounce of confidence running through me, "Always."

"Oh what good it is to live with nothing left to give,
Forget but not forgive, not loving all you see,
Oh the streets you're walking on a thousand houses long,
Well that's where I belong and you belong with me,
Not swallowed in the sea."