Notes: Well SpookFest is officially over, but I still have some stories to tell, this is another about those creatures that walk the night, that live in shadow, and hide in the night. Thank you to BeChloeIsLegit, RidiculouslyOverObsessed, Cheeyathebard and annakendrick47 for making SpookFest a reality. This prompt was based on Ozzy Osbourne's Bark at the Moon

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Chloe's Story

"Because you, Chloe, are my mate."

Pitch Perfect SpookFest

A couple hours later, Chloe and Beca were laid up in Beca's bed in a tangled mess of sheets and limbs. The redhead woke up, to find herself sprawled across Beca's chest and not daring to move because everything ached.

The petite brunette's breaths were deep and even and her heartbeat was steady. Chloe cracked open one eye and studied the other woman. She confirmed that Beca was sound asleep.

Memories of the night before came rushing back to Chloe. Meeting Beca in the club, the run in with the Pack, the fight, Beca's revelation, the two ending up in bed, kissing passionately, and her wolf desperately trying to get more. She had resisted, it was too soon; it was too much. The redhead's fingers clenched involuntarily, bunching up the sheet. Her wolf was raging it's fight or flight reflex.

Beca shifted slightly, her hand sleepily moved up her back and stroked her red hair twice, then a third before going still.

Suddenly it was all too much for Chloe, the wolf needed space. It was too much like the night she was attacked. Too much was changing and beyond her control. She had never really processed everything that had happened. Emotions overwhelmed her and she needed to be out of this bed, and out of this house.

She needed to leave.

Now.

She needed her own apartment and her own clothes. She needed everything to be back to normal.

She needed her wolf to be gone!

As carefully as she could, Chloe moved so she was no longer atop of the brunette. Once free she moved as quickly and carefully as she could as she slipped out of the bed. Her feet moved lightly across the floor and led her straight to the bathroom without looking back.

Once inside she locked the door behind her and leaned against the door, trying to get her heartbeat to slow, but it wouldn't.

She shuffled to the sink, and started the water. One glance in the mirror was enough to make her stomach roll. There was still some light bruising along her cheek, and more along her shoulder and chest. It was fading, but that it hadn't healed fully even with her healing ability showed how rough she came out of the fight with the pack. The mottled area of skin on her lower left side still made taking a deep breath uncomfortable. A deep pain resonated from her ankle but she couldn't remember exactly how that injury had happened.

She turned on the shower, and put the heat up as high as she could stand it before she got in. The water was scalding, and her wolf howled, but her healing factor allowed her to stay. Sudden memories of a past shower came back to her, how similar this situation was. Her head spun wildly when she looked down and saw a large, dark bruise on the inside of one thigh.

Going into the bathroom had been a mistake. It was too small for the wolf. The walls felt constrictive. Instead of being cleansing and cathartic the heat of the steam made her feel sick and claustrophobic. She practically ripped the door off its hinges as she rushed out of the bathroom.

Operating on some base instinct that Chloe didn't recognize she made her way from Beca's room, not looking towards the bed to see if the brunette was still asleep.

She found a glass door that opened onto a deck. She popped the lock, slid it open and slipped out. The view of the woods was amazing, yet Chloe couldn't process what she was seeing. Panic made her lightheaded and she gripped the railing with both hands to make sure she didn't fall, as her knees threatened to give out. Her wolf wanted out, wanted her to transform, and leap into the forest.

It was a cool breezy autumn day, with the sky thick with gray clouds. On the wind there was the scent of rain. It all had her wet naked form shivering. It shocked her to realize she was nude

Someone calling her name, and she whirled about on the spot, her hands out to protect herself. She saw that it was Beca stepping carefully out onto the deck in her bare feet, wearing an extra large hoodie.

The brunette's brow was furrowed in confusion and concern for Chloe. "Hey Chloe, you should come back inside." Beca said carefully, slowly moving towards her.

The caring and concern in Beca's voice and eyes had Chloe's wolf howling, and it was all too much for her, and her knees gave out.

The petite brunette was by her side instantly.

The redhead hadn't even realized she was crying until a cold wind made her cheeks cold. She shivered harder and wrapped her arms around herself.

"Chloe, I know you're upset and confused. I can feel your wolf fighting to get out, but it's cold and you're still healing. you should come back inside." Beca gently tried to reason, but Chloe shook her head furiously.

Carefully, Beca's strong arms wrapped around Chloe, and her wolf whined. Her head spun, and all she could do was lean her cheek into the brunette and try to keep from passing out. Beca held her, not tightly, but with a reassuring strength.

It was the scent of Beca and her wolf that finally made it's way through to Chloe's wolf. Her wolf recognized it was safe before her brain did and she slumped into Beca's arms, sobbing. The brunette's hand brushed Chloe's damp red hair from her face and murmured apologies into her neck.

The redhead turned into Beca, her hands clutching at the brunette's hoodie. It was important for her to hold onto something that was real and tangible.

Her emotions did a complete flip again.

She needed Beca.

Badly.

Beca held Chloe tightly until she was only sniffling occasionally. One of the brunette's arms loosened slowly, as if she was testing if it would be okay. Chloe let out a sigh and Beca took that as a good sign, lifting a hand to coast over her head and down her back.

Her breath hitched in her throat for an entirely different reason when she felt the heat from Beca's palm on her bare back.

It took her a long moment to bring her eyes up to Beca's sea storm blue eyes. She could see Beca was worried about her. Guilt washed through her at the way she had left the bathroom or how she had tried to leave without saying anything, even after everything Beca had done for her.

"I'm sorry." she said raggedly.

Beca shook her head before Chloe had finished speaking. "Don't," she said forcefully, "You have nothing to be sorry for."

"Your bathroom door…"

"Can be fixed," Beca assured her.

Looking down, her hands were playing with the hem of Beca's hoodie, and her cheeks flushed at the knowledge that she was wearing nothing at the moment.

"I should...I should get dressed." she stuttered out, anxiously pushing hair behind her ear.

Without a word, Beca shifted slightly and pulled off the hoodie she was wearing. She shook it out best she could and laid it over Chloe's back. Moving carefully Chloe slid her arms into the sleeves and pulled the sides closed in front of her before making sure everything from below the waist was covered as she finally sat back.

Now dressed only in a tank top and shorts, Beca gave Chloe a slight tug, as she urged, "Let's get you inside and into some more comfortable clothes."

"This is pretty comfortable," Chloe whispered. "It smells of you."

A smile touched Beca's lips, and relief as Chloe allowed herself to be helped up and back into her home.

The brunette brought Chloe back to her bedroom. She guided Chloe to her bed, then quickly gathered clothes she thought would fit the redhead.

Once gathered, she set them next to Chloe. "Ummm-I'll wait out there." She said, pointing a thumb over her shoulder towards her living room with one hand as she rubbed the back of her head with the other.

A few minutes later Chloe stepped out in a pair of Beca's most worn sweats, and a favorite Fleetwood Mac t-shirt, though she still had the hoodie on, now unwilling to part with it.

When Chloe entered, Beca was pacing in front of her couch. Even if Chloe didn't know the truth of Beca's nature, she would have thought Beca reminded her of a wolf. The redhead cleared her throat as she approached. Beca seemed to be so wrapped up in whatever she was thinking about that Beca hadn't heard her enter.

"I'm sorry…"

"Chloe, I told you, you don't have…"

The redhead held up her hand, "Yes, I do. I'm not sure what's happening. I feel such a sense of security and caring from you. I feel safer than at any point since I met Tom." Chloe visibly shuddered at the mention of his name, but continued. "Yet I was ready to flee that safety and comfort." Tears began to streak her face, "I didn't cry this much, or lose it like I just did the night he attacked me. Or any night I hunted those predators."

Moving slowly and deliberately, Beca approached the crying woman. "Maybe it's because you're feeling a sense of safety and relief, that you now are able to deal with things you've been repressing." Beca offered.

"That's not fair to you…" Chloe whispered, but Beca's hearing picked it up easily.

"Chlo," Beca took the younger woman in her arms. "You're my mate. That means it's important to me, and concerns me, both the good and the bad." She pushed Chloe's damp hair from her eyes. "You've been dealing with forces that are powerful and complicated, and completely out of your control. You've been dealing with it completely by yourself, with no one to help you or to answer your questions. You literally couldn't talk to anyone about it." The more Beca spoke, the more her appreciation of the redhead came forth.

"You were attacked, Chlo," Beca winced as she saw the hurt in the woman's crystal blue eyes. "Yet you couldn't tell anyone because it would have sounded so crazy, and how would you explain what happened to Tom? So you had to cope with it all yourself."

"I haven't told anyone about that night…" Chloe whispered.

"You don't have to…" Beca started. Her hand came up and she wrapped her fingers around Chloe's wrist, her thumb rubbing over Chloe's pulse point. It helped to soothe her.

"I want to," Chloe assured her, then lapsed into silence. Beca pulled her into a reassuring embrace. The brunette was willing to let the redhead go at her own pace. She did direct them to her couch, and sat in a way that allowed Chloe to lean on her. The silence grew, but Beca resisted the urge to prompt. Just when Beca thought Chloe had decided not to share, Chloe broke the silence.

"I was at the club where we met last night. I was there with a group of friends.

Pitch Perfect SpookFest

The nightclub was really hopping as Chloe followed her friends inside. This was the first time she had been out in awhile, classes had been sucking up all her time. Veterinarian school was not for the weak of resolve. It took dedication and perseverance.

Tonight though she had a rare window following finals for the semester just ended, and the start of the next schedule of classes. Therefore she could get her groove on and let loose in a way she hadn't in over a year.

At her friend's insistence, she was in tight new blue dress that made her eyes pop, paired with her stupidly fierce black boots that ended at her knees, just inches below her skirt.

She had gone back and forth between the bar and the dance floor, drinking numerous drinks that were bought for her, and dancing her ass off, both with her friends and various suitors who were competing for your attention.

She was at the bar the first time she noticed the tall confident brunette. He was impressive, tall, brown hair styled perfectly for his features, and dressed impeccably. It was his confidence though that caught her attention. He moved with a swagger that was attractive and not off putting as it was with so many.

She remembered the first time they made eye contact. There was a visceral spark, a connection Chloe had never felt before.

Shortly after that moment, she was approached by two tall blond men, lawyers, longtime friends and natural competitors. They valiantly vye for Chloe's attention, and if they had approached ten minutes earlier they might have had a chance. They're both intelligent, attractive, and good conversationalists.

They were just a few minutes late. How she wishes they hadn't been late.

Even across the club Chloe knows he is watching and waiting for his moment. She knows intuitively that he's not discouraged in the slightest by the competition for her attention. If anything, he looks even more self assured now having assessed his potential competition. When he noticed that Chloe and her friends are nearing the end of their current drinks, he gives a sly glance at Chloe, one she catches even from the other side of the club. This allowed Chloe to watch him slip his way over to the DJ booth, where he handed over a decent wad of bills, and then how he moved to the perfect position to wait for his plan to fall into place.

Less than a minute later, Chloe's friends all let out excited cheers when a very popular song with a familiar beat starts to play. Chloe quickly downs the rest of her drink and hops off the barstool without so much as an explanation to the two guys who were chatting her up. She was too excited to get in the most dance time to one of her favorite songs. It was actually impressive that he had selected that song, it wasn't a song most would have thought to play in this setting, but it totally worked.

Chloe smirked as she followed behind her friends, focused on weaving through the sea of people surrounding the dance floor. She was sure this song was for her.

Focused on following her friends, and singing along with the music, Chloe felt a jolt when a strong hand grabbed hold of her upper arm and pulled her about. She had a snarky comment prepared for the cocky Son-of-a-bitch who dared to try and get her attention in this manner, but words died on her lips, and her brows shot up when she saw it was him. She didn't know his name yet, she didn't know anything about him yet, but the connection that had been made earlier when their eyes met, was now tenfold from the physical touch.

If he expected Chloe to be confused or to be shocked, he greatly underestimated just how many shots Chloe's friends had her take before even arriving at the club, let alone all of the people who had sent drinks her way through the night.

"God you look good," Chloe said as her eyes stared into his with a certain confidence.

"You look good too," he replied, as he started to sway your body to the beat, never breaking eye contact. She gave him a sultry smile as he pulled at her hand to follow him into the crowd of moving bodies. She had planned to dance with her girls, but surrendered to the idea of dancing with him - after all he was the one to request this song for the exact purpose of getting her to the dance floor.

Once deep enough into the crowd, he spun Chloe around and caught her, instinctively her hands settled at the base of his neck, while he pulled her in. This caused the sway of her hips caused the hem of her dress to brush alluringly against his thighs. Chloe had never been this turned on.

His hands felt hot on her waist and her heartbeat picked up from both the excitement of the moment and the rhythmic beat of the music, as well as having someone so attractive and confident, so in her personal space.

He went to speak, but Chloe placed a finger on his lips. "Shhh," Chloe cooed in her tipsy state, she didn't want to ruin this perfect moment with awkward conversation. With her eyes closed, she didn't register his mild irritation. She ignored his quirked brow, as she sang along with the lyrics of the song, swaying her head and hips as she lost herself to the music.

He sighed but decided to go along with the moment while he had Chloe in his hold. His hands dropped a little lower and he nestled his thigh between hers, tugging at her hips to roll against his. Chloe gave him a seductive look, more than happy to have him give in to the moment.

And he moved so well, so sensual as one of his hands moved down to the bare skin of her thigh, caressing her smooth skin and encouraging Chloe to hook her leg over his. Chloe's dress rode up in this position and she could feel her panties sliding up and down the material of his pants.

She almost came right there.

It seemed to be getting hotter in the crowd as other couples, just as lost in each other, bumped against her back and forced Chloe closer and closer until she was staring at him nearly nose to nose.

The current track faded into another, this one a little slower with a stirring bass line that filled Chloe's core with more heat. Her head was spinning now. It's still so surreal to Chloe that this man is here and has you in his arms with his breath dangerously close to her lips.

Chloe knows she's been drinking, may even be drunk now, so perhaps this is all just an illusion. However, when he leans in and dips his head down to her neck, and that unmistakable sensation of his tongue running up her skin ripples through her hazy state like nothing she has ever felt. Thankfully the music is more than loud enough to drown out the unrestrained moan that escapes her throat, though he definitely heard, as his knowing smirk told her. His fingers gripped at her ass as he molded himself even tighter to her, while dancing together.

Well, dancing might be a word for it.

A more sober Chloe would have called it straight up dry humping of his leg while he nipped and sucked at her sensitive skin, leaving his marks as he liked.

The music filled Chloe's barely tethered mind and the bass rattled her bones, fueling the urgent need to get more of what he was offering with his mouth. But before Chloe could tilt her head to capture his lips, he moved his hands to spin her around and pulled her back flush against him, one arm around Chloe's waist while his other hand snaked up to wrap his fingers gently around her throat. He's hard beneath his pants, grinding against her plush ass as he breathed heavily against Chloe's neck.

All started to blur as Chloe's all her senses began to shake as if the massive subwoofers were inside of her. The lights, the vibrations of the music, this stranger's hands groping at her body through her dress - it was all so overwhelming. Chloe's fairly certain she's no longer dancing anymore, instead her legs are wobbling weakly as she leaned back into him, allowing herself to be moved at his will. He bends his knees lower, grabbing the inside of her thigh and dragged up his hand into her dress, his fingertips teasing her ever so cruelly.

Fuck!

It doesn't even matter that they're in a crowd- she wanted him to take her right there.

"Please, please, please. I need you now. I need you so fucking now," Chloe moaned as she turned her head into his shoulder and positioned her lips near his ear.

In answer, he tightened his hold on her, and he seemed to be contemplating doing just that. However, he seemed to think better of it, and let her go. Her disappointment doesn't last a second, as he confidently grabbed Chloe's hand and led her off the dance floor instead.

"Come on, let's get you out of here," he said with authority once they had both escaped the sea of sweaty bodies.

"No," Chloe pouted at him, tugging at his hand in another direction. "Not the bathroom."

"No bathrooms for you," he asserted. "My name is Tom."

"Chloe," she answered immediately. "Then where?"

"You'll see," Tom answered cryptically. He steered her towards the front door. It's a testament to Chloe's lack of sobriety that she didn't bid her friends farewell. Nor did she question much when he steered her away from the parking lot. When she did notice that he was leading her towards a wooded area was the first time she began to question where they were going.

"It's a beautiful night, I want to go for a walk first," answered Tom.

"But…"

"Look at that full moon," Tom cut her off. "A nice walk to clear our heads, maybe something a bit more under the moonlight." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Chloe still had reservations, but Tom's confidence and a combination of her arousal and inebriation made her pliable enough to follow where he led. It was a dark and clear night. The air was a bit cool and humid. The full moon shone brightly.

They walked in silence for a good two minutes. Everything was quiet except for a few rustles and snaps common to a forest at night, and their footsteps.

They came upon a clearing on top of a small hill in the middle of this forest. The moon was quite bright and visible through a break in the trees, and it bathed the clearing in a soft pale light. She was beginning to feel tired, and Chloe started to regret allowing Tom to steer her here.

"I always love walking in the light of a full moon," said Tom. Chloe then felt his hand on her shoulder, which pulled her to a stop. Before she could say anything, he silenced her simply by taking a fistful of her blue dress in his hand and pulled her against him and into a searing kiss. He crashed his lips to hers, and urged her backwards until Chloe's back was against a tree. It was rough and scratchy against her skin, but she didn't care. He made a sound, similar to a growl into Chloe's mouth. It makes her head go hazy, as if she's getting drunk off the faint flavor of whiskey scotch that lingers on his lips.

His body seemed to push closer, and soon enough, he had pressed himself up against her, and nudged his knee between her thighs.

The passion they had shared on the dance floor was back, and continued their frenzied make out session. Yet it grew different quickly, rougher, and it pulled Chloe out of her sexual haze.

Her dress ripped and she felt a tooth break the skin on her neck.

Needing to slow down, Chloe pushed on Tom's chest, as she leaned back for breath while she said, "No. Slow down." Chloe opened her eyes.

She screamed!

His eyes were a bright blood-red. His canine teeth had grown, and his handsome features were contorted into a grim visage.

His nails seemed to have grown sharper, and she felt her dress tear and her skin cut. The redhead barely had time to register the pain splintering through her flesh at her waist and thigh.

Acting instinctively she kicked hard between his legs. She prayed to god she had enough strength and leverage to make it count. Tom's face showed his pain, he whined and fell limp to her side giving Chloe the opportunity to slip away.

She didn't look back, but took off running. The redhead ran down the hill as fast as could, deeper into the woods. Weaving her way through the trees, Chloe began to fear growing lost.

A sharp howl suddenly pierced through the shadows, shattering the stillness of the night causing Chloe to instantly break into a sprint, till she was in danger of losing her feet. She slammed into a tree when she stumbled, badly injuring her shoulder. Holding onto the tree, Chloe caught her breath, exhaling heavily out of her mouth.

She scanned the darkness, as she tried to get to her feet but her legs felt heavy, and the cuts on her side and thigh burned unnaturally, while her shoulder ached. Her limbs felt like they might fail her at any moment, the redhead cursed herself for drinking so much back at the club.

The Club! If she could get back to the club, then she could be safe. She could report Tom to the police, and the authorities could take care of that sicko!

With a destination in mind, and a goal set, she picked up her pace. She was no longer a stupid club goer attacked in the woods, but back to being the captain of her high school track team. She was the woman who still ran daily, no matter how much studying was needed, or the weather. She was going to win this and in turn save her life.

The sound of an animal moving through the darkness caused Chloe to move in a new direction - not towards the club - deeper into the forest. Ignoring the intense ache that now gripped her legs, she moved as fast as she could, though it wasn't her best anymore. Growls and snarls kept her moving.

Yet exhaustion was beginning to set in hard as she soared across the ground, her heart in her throat. She didn't see the root in the darkness, it caught her foot, and sent her sprawling. She wanted to cry. She wanted to lie there and let darkness take her. She seriously thought of giving up.

NO!

This is not how it would end. She was Chloe Beale, she was stronger than this. She pushed herself up, failed, but on the second try, she managed,

Stumbling forward, Chloe began searching the ground for anything she could defend herself. There wasn't much choice, most of the sticks looked too small and or flimsy. But then she spotted something a little ways ahead. It was in the shadows, but she reached out, and her fingers curled around a really heavy stick, the size and heaviness of a baseball bat. She yanked it out of the brush and raised it up, it would make a solid club. It was her only defense.

She looked once more into the darkness, seeing nothing, but feeling the eyes upon her. She knew Tom was out there. The snap of a twig behind her told Chloe that Tom was behind her. She spun and swung as hard as she could.

It wasn't Tom behind her.

A giant animal, a giant wolf, sprung from the shadows and launched itself at her. The club caught it squarely in the head. It was enough to divert the wolf, and snap the branch in half. The wolf had started to growl, but it turned into a whine at the blow from the makeshift club. Yet the momentum of the black furred creature meant it still clipped Chloe, the claws of its front paws raking across her thigh. Still holding the smaller half of her club, Chloe took off running back towards the club. To Hell with Tom, if he was back that way, she would lead the beast to him.

The wolf landed on the ground hard, but it sprang back up and turned its pursuit almost immediately. Its howl was deafening, and cut through the air like a serrated knife accompanied by the steady thump of its massive paws hitting the ground at speed.

Running for all she was worth, Chloe's heart hammered against her chest, faster than it had ever done before. She could hear the wolf's paws pounding the forest floor as the beast closed the space between them. It knocked her to the ground with the top of its head. Rolling to the side, the wolf missed when it tried to land on her. It did, however, tower over her when she tried to get up. The remains of her makeshift weapon fell between its teeth and in seconds it snapped its jaw once and then twice before the wood crumbled in her fingers. Its heavy claws raked at her both of her shoulders, cutting them deep.

The animal moved to stand over her, its tremendous body rocking with heavy movement under dense muscle and evil purpose. Chloe's hand landed on a rock. It was the size of a softball, filling her hand. Just as the wolf bit the forearm of her left arm, Chloe brought the rock up with her right. Fear fueled adrenaline allowed her to smash the rock into the wolf's skull in the spot between its left eye and ear.

The wolf's teeth bit deep into her arm, and she was pretty sure her bones there broke. Her throat burned from the pain filled scream she unleashed. It did spur her to hit the wolf again and again. They were not as strong as the initial hit, but still strong enough that the stone hurt the wolf. The third hit caught the wolf in the jaw, it opened its maw enough for Chloe to pull her mangled arm free. The wolf went to bit again, and she hit it right between the eyes.

This blow gave her the opportunity to slide out from underneath the beast. She pushed her legs with all her might as she slid backwards until she could roll over and crawl on her hand and knees away from the wolf. Her left arm was entirely useless now, clawed and bitten to ruin and legs entirely too wobbly from exertion, intoxication and now blood-loss.

She came upon a ridge, which she threw herself over, and she tumbled and rolled down the hill. The fall was like a car wreck, the impact worse than she expected. It messed up her already beaten up body even more than before. During her tumble she hit her head, spra and twisted her ankle. Still she hoped it was putting some distance between herself and the wolf.

When she came to a halt, she was on her back in a small clearing at the bottom of a ravine. Her breathing was ragged and she felt herself slipping, yet she felt a strange sense of calm. Maybe it was the loss of blood or the blow to her head, but a euphoric calm settled.

In her haze, she looked up at the full moon, and she sensed something on the edge of her consciousness. Something new, yet old as if it had always lurked in the background. She felt a strong pull of the moon, and her body reacted. The moonlight on her skin was a strange sensation of burning and freezing yet it was painless. It only served to reinforce that she was dying.

Her breaths now came out shallow and empty, she wasn't even sure she was breathing anymore. Her head felt light and fuzzy. She was going to pass out.

Darkness took her.

Pitch Perfect SpookFest

Chloe woke up.

This fact surprised the redhead.

She was not dead, she was sure of that, she hurt too much for her to be dead. No, she was very much alive and conscious of how her head spun.

Her joy at being alive was short lived. The smallest of movements had pain radiating through her in waves of stabbing aches, deep bruising, and sharp jagged cuts. She laughed bitterly, and tasted the tell tale coppery and salty trace of her blood in her mouth.

That she was looking up at the moon told her not too much time had passed. Which meant she was still vulnerable to whatever that monster was which stalked the trees.

Trying to move again, her pain was searing and seemingly never ending. It was a struggle to sit up, but Chloe pushed through it. Her body had sustained an overwhelming amount of damage and her body protested even the most minimal movement.

The snap of a branch on the ridge above caused Chloe to freeze. Her heartbeat was loud in her ears as she heard more shuffling through the leaves along the ridge. Chloe wanted to pull herself tight against the side of the ravine, but she had to freeze at the sound she made. She listened carefully, and felt her fear rise as she heard the sound of the wolf's powerful paws moving through the trees above.

It was close, she could tell, close enough she could smell the wolf, its musky wild thing scent, loamier and more verdant. She could feel the wolf's low growl vibrating through the air and sense its hot breath. She prayed that it would not find her, but it was short-lived. The wolf seemed to catch her scent, and let out a victorious howl. It reminded Chloe of a Frat boy shouting out their triumph at some mindless activity.

She heard more than anything the wolf make its way down the ravine. It took its time, it knew it had Chloe trapped. There would be no heroic escape this time. Still Chloe would not go down without a fight. She pushed through her pain and got herself in a position to defend herself. The more she moved, the easier it became, as if her body was just adjusting to the pain and discomfort. Fear induced adrenaline helped too.

Now at the bottom of the ravine, its prey in site, the wolf circled her, its nose twitching at her scent.

Something seemed to be bothering the wolf, and Chloe could see it was bleeding from a couple gashes she gave it; this brought a joyless chuckle out of her. It seemed to catch the wolf's attention, but she didn't care. She continued to turn with the wolf, keeping it in front of her.

Suddenly the wolf lunged; on pure instinct, Chloe threw herself backwards onto her back and kicked out both feet. She caught the wolf in its upper body, and sent it crashing backwards into a tree trunk. Chloe screamed at the pressure on her injured ankle, but then the pain doubled, tripled and then doubled again, and it didn't matter.

The wolf got gingerly to its feet and circled again, it seemed confused by what was happening.

The wolf leaped again, its forepaws hitting her chest, just before the wolf sank its teeth deep into Chloe's left shoulder. Red hot fury seized Chloe, and she struck out at the wolf. Her claws ripped at the wolf's fur. She picked up the wounded wolf and threw it backwards into a nearby tree trunk.

Intense pain seized Chloe's body and she blacked out again.

Pitch Perfect SpookFest

Chloe opened her eyes again and saw only the canopy of leaves high above. She woke up with a start, sitting up with a gasp as she blinked. Her eyes were wide as she fought to understand where she was, and what was happening to her.

It took a full minute to realize she was at the bottom of a ravine, and suddenly all that had happened flooded her mind.

Had it all been a dream?

At that thought, she turned in a tight circle and gasped at the scene before her, because when Chloe had looked to her left she had seen Tom.

Chloe scrambled backwards away from him, but then froze. In the hazy morning light, she noticed that Tom was not moving, and his eyes were no longer seeing. Around him it looked like something that was straight out of a horror movie. The ground was churned up, and a number of branches and rocks were covered in blood. She instinctively knew that the blood was both hers and Tom's.

Wary of him still, Chloe slowly crept closer to Tom. Halfway to him Chloe realized she was completely naked.

She also realized despite the immense pain she was in, it was mostly due to stiffness and muscle aches that went right down to the bone. Other than that she was remarkably whole. There were no gashes to her thighs, waist or shoulders. She frowned, touching one of the claw marks. She could still see the outline, and the skin seemed fresher and was sensitive to the touch, but it was all healed, and soft and smooth to the touch.

This could not be.

The healing was far too accelerated.

Despite being at a loss as to what had happened to all her wounds, Chloe moved over to Tom to check on him. A quick check of his pulse or lack thereof, confirmed that he was in fact dead. He was cold to the touch, and his eyes were locked in the death stare. He also smelled of death, though Chloe wasn't sure how she knew that.

As Chloe looked over Tom's body, she realized she was hearing more things than she normally would. She lifted his body slightly and saw that he had a wooden branch protruding from his back, impaling him right where his heart would have been. She let the body go and it fell back to the ground.

Suddenly she was torn. She wanted to be away from this spot, to call the police, and go to the hospital. Yet another small irrational part of her wanted to stay and clean up the scene. She realized she didn't have any wounds. Even her stiffness and muscle aches were receding. She had zero proof she had been attacked and chased through the forest. Who would believe her ordeal.

What they would have evidence is that she left the club with a man who was now dead, with a wooden stake, for want of a better term, sticking out of his back.

Irrationality won.

First Chloe began gathering piles of fallen leaves, and covering his body. Branches, logs and rocks quickly followed, along with more leaves. Being at the bottom of this ravine made it a bit easier to hide him, that he was also naked meant no one who stumbled upon his body would immediately know who he was.

She sniffed the air, and caught the scent of rain. That was good, it would wash away much of the evidence. She had thought that she remembered it was supposed to rain off and on for the next week. Every bit would help.

There were more scents on the air, and one above all, caught her attention. She finished covering the body, then scrambled out of the ravine. She felt weird moving through the forest as bare as the day she was born. Luckily she didn't sense anyone was around. Still she moved both cautiously and quickly as she made her way through the woods.

Guided by her sense of smell, Chloe came back to the clearing where the attack had first occurred. There she found her small clutch. She was so thankful it was there. Her phone, driver's license, and a debit and credit card were in there. The remains of some of Tom's clothes were there too, including his pants, shredded beyond repair, but still holding a set of keys, with a BMW fob, and his wallet. She rolled up the shredded clothes and kept the keys and wallet. She spotted his iPhone too. She picked it up using a torn piece of his shirt.

She smelled Tom on the shirt, and she felt her stomach turn. She wanted to leave everything and run away, but she knew she had to be rational right now. Her sense of smell picked up more traces of Tom. She followed them to a small carry-on, hidden just outside of the clearing, hidden in a hollow of a dead tree.

The key to open it was on Tom's keychain. She opened it and found a change of clothes. It dawned on Chloe that To was remarkably prepared, as if he expected his clothes to be destroyed. She went through the selection and put on one of his tee shirts, and a pair of cargo shorts, she had to really tighten the belt, but she was able to make it work. She tossed a nice button down shirt over the tee shirt, and tied it off at the waist so it didn't look ridiculous on her, well overly ridiculous.

A pair of sneakers were large, but better than nothing. She put back the unused clothes, and the shredded remains of Tom's clothes from the night before into the carry-on, and closed it up. Feeling a fraction better, now that she wasn't naked, she made her way back to the club, where she tracked his car.

Pitch Perfect SpookFest

"I drove away, and parked the car, about a mile from my home. I surreptitiously wiped down the car interior, and left it with the engine running. I hoped someone would take it. I ditched the carry-on in a dumpster a couple blocks away. There was a construction site on the way to my apartment, and I tossed his phone into the back of a dump truck as it was passing, and then later, once I was home and had had a two hour shower, I changed into my own clothes, washed his clothes and wallet a couple times and then put them in a couple garbage bags and tossed them in the garbage chute of my building. I knew they would be picking up garbage that day, so it felt the safest."

Beca stared at Chloe, completely blown away. "I don't know if I should be impressed or scared that you knew how to so methodically cover your tracks and hide a body."

The redhead blushed, and shrugged her shoulders. "I read a lot of murder mysteries and spy thrillers. Plus, I kind of felt I was being guided. I think my wolf instinct was kicking in. Ever since it was activated…"

"You think it was activated?" Beca asked.

"Ummm-yeah," Chloe replied. "When I woke up after the attack, I sensed something had risen up in me, but it didn't feel foreign, it felt more like it was dormant prior."

"That might explain it," Beca pondered.

"Might explain what?"

"Why you're an Alpha, why you turned so fast," Beca answered.

"Turned so fast?" Chloe asked, a bit confused.

"I think when Tom came down into the ravine, you were already beginning to transform into a wolf. I think that added pain, and the sensation of the moonlight on your skin was your first transformation. I think Tom, already hurt from your initial blows, was not prepared for another Alpha to appear. He wasn't ready to fight a cornered wolf, and you killed him."

"What does that mean?"

"I think, Chloe, you've always been a wolf."

To Be Continued

Notes: My apologies again for the delay. This grew the more I wrote, but having children near Halloween, and putting on a Haunted House, left little time for writing. Hope you enjoyed my sixth installment of Pitch Perfect SpookFest 2022. Really love a good Werewolf story, hopefully you think this was the continuation of a good one.
There will be more with these characters in a future story. As always, I do not own any of the characters of Pitch Perfect, but wouldn't they make great werewolves.