Sorry guys, short chapter this week. But I hope you all enjoy the conclusion to the Werewolf saga!


Regal felt really weak. His memory was foggy and every part of his body hurt. All he could remember was being ambushed by the Alpha Lycan. After that nothing else came to mind. But he felt that something important happened. Regal could see the battle field between his claws that rested against his pounding head. The other Werewolf was gone. All that remained of it was its scent.

"What happened?" Regal saw a figure lying under a tree. "Stacy!" He rushed to her side and protectively crouched over her. He combed his paw through her silver hair, as she laid motionless on the ground. Regal closed his eyes and tried to clam down, for Stacy's benefit. He took deep breaths to slow his heart rate and clear his mind, but something tugged at his memory. His nose twitched, trying to I.D. the scent that lingered in the air. It was familiar, but Regal almost didn't recognizes it. "Alicia." He could feel her small body in his grasp. He was never going to let go of her again. Regal opened his eyes, so he could see her face again, but he was greeted by the unconscious Stacy. Right, Alicia is...dead. But why does Stacy have her scent? "Stacy..." Regal called gently into her ear when he noticed blood trickling out of her mouth. Did she...Oh Martel, don't tell me I did that to her...please don't tell me she died by my hand.

"Aaaroooooooooo!" The other Lycan called out, miles away, as if trying to remind Regal of what he now was.

Regal brought his paw to his eyes. "I'm a monster. I do not deserve my friends' trust." Mournfully, the Duke headed down the path that the other Lycan had taken to escape the battle. Alicia, please forgive me.


Lloyd's group had awoken after five hours and found that both Stacy and Regal had left the camp. Alto had explained to them Stacy's thoughts and concerns about the group fighting the Lycan.

"But won't it be more dangerous if those two go alone?" Lloyd asked.

"I understand that you want to help Lloyd, but even so, Stacy is the only one with the equipment to handle a Lycan."

"What equipment does she have?" Zelos pried.

"She has a sword which blade contains silver. It is a material that is known to hurt Lycans."

"You guys don't need to worry about her so much." Loy reassured. "Let her play 'Monster Hunter' for a bit and then we can go bail her tail of out trouble later."

"What I am worried about is Regal's safety." Raine announced. "I'm not sure if it is safe to leave him alone with her."

"You're kidding right? I mean this is Stacy we're talking about. The worst thing she'll do is get all fidgety."

"Why?" Colette's pure innocence came through.

"Never mind Colette."

"May I suggest we go after them?" Mewtwo advocated.

"You are concerned about Stacy, I take it?" Alto speculated.

"Yes."

"Then I will make my nose of use to you."

The group was left with no choice but to follow Alto as his sniffed his way down the trails, looking for the two Werewolves of their group. It had taken an hour but soon they found what had been a battle ground, but was now deserted.

"Alto, are you sure that they were here?" Sheena check.

"Look at the tracks." Kratos pointed out, examining the forest floor. "You can clearly see that there were at the most three wolf-type creatures here. It's likely that two of the sets of tracks belong to Regal and Stacy. I can't tell which ones belong to Regal, but the smaller set is most certainly Stacy's."

"Which way did she go?" Genis inquired.

"Nowhere. They just stop over here, and don't pick up anywhere else."

"What happened to her?"

"Hmm?" Presea noticed something lying under a tree several feet away. "What is that?"

"It looks like a wolf." Lloyd put in his two cents.

"That's an awfully long wolf." Sheena remarked.

"It's Stacy!" Loy exclaimed and rushed to her friend. She grabbed the young Lycan's shoulder and shook it. "Hey, Stacy! Wake up!"

"Ugh." My eyes fluttered open. "What happened? Wait! Where's Regal?! What happened to him?!"

"Stacy, clam down." Mewtwo instructed. "You were likely knocked out during a fight. You should take it easy."

"But where's Regal!? He was here just a minute ago!"

"Of course. Regal is all you can worry about." Loy sneered.

"There's nothing wrong with me being concerned about him!"

"Perhaps we should look for him. Now that we found you it should be a much easier task in regards to your superior sense of smell." Alto reasoned.

"Okay. I'm sorry for getting all worked up."

Please find my master...Please find Master Bryant.

I could hear Alicia's voice ringing in my ears. But was that just the memory of her saying that, or did I really hear it just now?

"What is wrong Stacy?" Presea asked when I spaced out.

"Nothing. I-I just heard a...bird or something...."

"You don't sound too sure." Raine pointed out.

"Well it just sounded really weird. But granted this world has a lot of weird animals." Is that...Regal's scent? Why is it on me?

"Stacy, do you have hit scent trail?"

"Yeah..." I took a whiff of it from the ground. "He went this way." I directed them down the path and zoomed ahead.

"Why can't she lead us like Alto does?" Lloyd complained. "It was much easier when he moved slowly for us to stay caught up with."

"Her way of tracking is a testament to her speed and skill. Now you can all follow me while Stacy keeps Regal for getting any further away."


I loved following Regal's scent, mainly because I could focus on that smell and nothing else. I loved him so much; anything he did or say would draw my attention. And, on top of that, because of this body I wasn't afraid of him. I was freed from my chains and could get as close as I wanted to him without the debilitating numbness I usually got. I wanted to kiss Regal so badly; and not just a simple kiss on the cheek. I wanted more than that. I just want you to love me... I looked down the trail and could see something large and furry up ahead. It was Regal. Regal....

He turned around at the sound of my feet pounding the ground with a look of shock and surprise on his face. Nearly knocking him over I glomped him and nuzzled my head against his chest. It was good to be back with Regal.

"Stacy?"

"I have been sniffing all over for you. I was so worried." I said dreamily.

"You're not dead?"

"Dead? Why would I be dead? Do I smell dead to you!? I swear I took a bath the other night!"

A light chuckle rose from Regal's throat. "As long as you are alright." His large paw was set on my head affectionately.

"You thought that you attack me, right?"

"Yes."

"Well that can't happen. We're part of a pack now, and as pack mates we at lest know each other's scent enough to know who not to hurt."

"I see."

My hand wrapped around his arm and I could feel the tense muscles underneath. "Hey, you're really tense, aren't you?"

"Hmm?"

"You must be stressed out all the action tonight. If you crouch down I help you."

"Like this?"

I circled around to his back and wrapped an arm around his neck while leaning on him. I stroked his head and let out a soft whimper, a common sound for the 'Peace-maker' of a pack to make to calm quarrelling wolves.


Regal wasn't sure about what Stacy was doing, but it did help him to relax a bit. It felt nice to have someone do this for him. Stacy was such a sweet and kind person. He was glad that they met. And this moment, it only reconfirmed his decision to adopt her.


After several minutes I pulled away and asked Regal how he was now feel.

"Better. Thank you. But where did you come up with that?"

"It was just something I heard about wolves. I figured since you are technically just a large breed of wolf that it should help."

"I see. You are quite knowledgeable on these things."

"I just keep an opened mind."

"Found them!" Alto called to the others who were panting as they came in.

"Looks like the cavalry finally came in."

"Rooooo~ooooooo!"

"Sounds like our friend is giving us a challenge."

"Indeed. Perhaps we should take him up on it."

"Now you're talking. Haroooooooooooool!"

"Lloyd, would you and the other mind it if we were to ask you not to partake in the coming battle?"

"Huh? Why don't you want us to fight with you guys?"

"We if you guys get bitten or scratched then you'll turn into a Lycan you're selves." I explained. "I'd be better in the long run if it was just the two of us out there."

"Alright, but be careful." Lloyd instructed as they filed back into the bush.

"We will." We answer in unison.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Former Captain of the Guards Alto. It's been awhile." The Alpha Lycan said as he strolled into view.

"Convel*. So it's you who's been putting me through all this nonsense tonight, or rather today."

"It must be hard to be betrayed by your second-in-command. But you betrayed all of us first, so I suppose it's a fair deal."

"My betrayal has caused me enough pain without you stepping in."

"Hey, we going to talk all day or are we going to fight?" I shouted.

"Spoken like a true wolf." Convel got down on all fours. The look of excitement lined his face. "Ladies first."

I ran at him, and shot underneath him, placing my hand on his knee to squeeze past his hind legs and jumped onto his back. My fangs dung into his neck, the taste of fur covering my tongue. But Convel was ready for the attack and pulled me off quickly. His paw constricted my neck, as I snarled, clawing and biting for freedom.

"Midnight Howl!" I let out a long ear-splitting howl, forcing Convel to drop me. When I hit the ground I got ready for my next attack. "Crescent's Edge!" Dark energy covered my claws and they became as hard as diamonds; I jumped up and swiped them past the Lycan's jaw, leaving deep, bloody lacerations. But, being a Werewolf, the cuts quickly healed and the bleeding stopped. Again I was grabbed and tossed towards a tree, just like last time. Regal had caught me before impact and jumped into the fry himself.

"Regal! Move!" I needed space for my next attack. He complied and jumped back. "Blue Crescent Moon!" Again I swiped my hand upwards to the Lycan's jaw, but this attack catapulted him into the air. I threw my weight against a tree with my legs, pushing me past him as I swiped him. I continued this multiple time, gaining more and more speed until my attacks were almost simultaneous. With enough time for one last go, I used both sets of claws, making an X slash. "It's finished!" I skidded across the ground, dragging my hand to slow down. I stood up and brought my left hand in front of me. I snapped my claws apart from each other and glared at the Werewolf. "How's that?" But Convel was on his feet again, and rammed into me, retuning the favor for all the times I had bitten his neck, by clamping down on mine. Regal was ready though, and quickly pulled me from the Alpha's mouth while sticking his claws into the other Werewolves' eyes, blinding him. Convel protested, and slammed his paw into Regal's chest with enough for to knock him back. I rolled away, and watched the poor thing rub its paw against its eye sockets, trying to make them feel better. I really felt sorry for him. It was a harsh attack on Regal's part.

"You think that can stop me? Unlike you humans, wolves hunt, and kill by scent and sound. You may have cut out my eyes, but I am not blind!"

And like that, all sympathy for the Lycan was gone, and fear had surfaced. Everything we threw at this guy wasn't enough. With Mithos if he took damage he couldn't heal himself, but with a Werewolf, it would only be a matter of minutes before he would be back at full strength.

"Stacy." Regal's large paw gently squeezed my shoulder from behind. I looked him in the eyes and saw what he was thinking. He wanted to try a combo attack. We stood back-to-back as I called out the attack.

"Last Howl." We threw our heads back had howled and together we let out a huge shockwave that engulfed the battlefield. Blood dripped from the Lycan's ears, matting his fur as he staggered from the hit. But we gave him no recovery time. Regal moved behind him with 'Heaven's Charge' and while at the same time I used 'Prowling Wolf' to get in front of him, and Convel was caught in between the blows. I pulled out the katana Silver Wind and lobed it to Regal. "Heads up!"

Regal caught it and just as Convel was about to come after me, he froze, the tip of the sword could be seen sticking out of his chest, blood dripping off the blade, dying the earth below red. The sword was then pulled out and the Lycan collapsed on the ground.

"All I wanted...was for Captain Alto...to come home..." He muttered with his dying breath. A blue light drifted away from his body, like azure lightning bugs as they drifted into the shy. Slowly, more and more of his body faded with the light and before we knew it, there was nothing left.

"Fantastic!" Raine erupted. "I wonder what causes this phenomenon!"

"Raine!" I snapped. "Someone just died. Show a little decency!"

*Thump* All our attention jolted to Regal, who was now passed out on the ground, shirtless and in tattered slacks...as a Human. I rushed to his side, a Moonlight arte already to go.

"Professor, what's happened to Regal?" Colette cried.

"It's the effects of Lycanthropy." Alto answered. "After the victim is back in their human form, whether it is temporary or permanent, they will be physically drained from the activities they experienced as a Lycan. Also, if any injuries have not healed by the time they regain human form, they will transfer to their human body. Stacy will also be bound by this affect at daybreak."

"Alto! I think Regal has some internal injuries. I need help!"

"As you know Lunar spirits are blessed with extraordinary healing powers."

"I know that. But I can't see where he's injured."

"Then would you like to borrow the eyes of Selene, the Dove?"

"Please Alto!"

"It will cost you."

"I don't care what the price is, just give it to me!" I cried out in desperation; I could feel Regal's energy fading.

"As you wish..." Energy flowed into my eyes and I could see into his body. Blood had flooded his chest cavity, keeping him from breathing or his heart from pumping properly. He was going to die f I didn't do something. I worked quickly and spared no energy to stop the bleeding. With the wound, which had been to a large artery next to the heart, now healed I had to force the blood back to his veins, having lost all the oxygen it carried. It was a long process. If I put too much in it could rupture the vein and I'd have to start over, but if I took too much time then Regal's heart would stop from the pressure on it and die.

Lots of people who played RPG's criticized that people didn't utilize stuff like Phoenix Downs and Life Bottles when someone died. But the thing is they only worked on healing the injuries that don't kill the victim. If the person is near death, they can be saved, but once they cross that line, nothing can be done.

Regal had taken a real beating during his time as a Werewolf. Convel had really brought it to him. I sat there, healing Regal for so long, so focused that nothing could draw my attention, saved for the raising sun that morning when I finally finished. Regal was saved. Alto retreated into my mind and my body was released form its curse. With all my energy spent I collapsed next to Regal, thinking I would never rise again.


*Convel is the name of a wolf worrior in Celtic lore. I got it from a list of wolf names....maybe I should have them add Alto's to the list....

Also the howls I had the Lycans use are what I hope are the correct type of holws a wolf will make to threaten, chalenge, or give location respectfully.

If you have any questions about Werewolves/Lycans or wish to read up on them some more then please go to werewolves(dot)monstrous(dot)com. That is where I got all my info!

And so far, most people think Alto's name is that singing soloist roll or I was just pressing keys. Well, truth is I just had that name in my mind that day, but might have been because someone said they sing Alto in the school quire on a TV I was watching...go the fan are right I guess!!!

And WOOOHHHH for forshadowing if you spotted it!