A/N A big nod to my one and only reviewer so far Raven A. Star! Thanks for the review! I hope more people catch on to this. I've got the first seven chapters written and it is very different from most werewolf stories. (I think. I haven't seen any like it anyway) Anyway, enjoy and don't forget to R&R!

Chapter Two: Against Better Judgement

Raven opened her eyes, her vision was blurred but she was quickly able to see the wolf standing over her, although it was more like a mass of gray and black color. Its front paws were on each side of her shoulders and its massive head looked down on her, baring white fangs that dripped with bloody drool. It growled and bit down, but instead of biting her, it got the clasp on her cloak. It yelped in pain. As it backed up with a confused expression on its face, Raven cried out, "Azarath, Metrion Zinthos!" The wolf was suddenly engulfed in blackness and thrown over her head into the water behind her. "That was close," she shivered, thinking about the mangled corpses she saw and how close she came to joining them.

Raven sat up and winced in pain. Her chest was sore from where the wolf head-butted her, her head was pounding and her wrist was numb. She tore a piece of her cloak to cover up a gash on her arm that was bleeding pretty badly and silently cursed the jagged rock she rolled on, the culprit to her injury. As her vision cleared she climbed to her feet and swayed in dizziness as she limped over to the wolf, which lay unconscious on the shore. The ocean waves washed over it and to Raven's surprise the wolf morphed into a man. He was naked and completely bald, lying face down in the water.

"It's a werewolf," Raven whispered. She grabbed his hand and weakly dragged him out of the water and threw her cloak over him, blushing slightly at his nakedness.

He regained consciousness and looked at her, his mouth was bloody, like it had been burned. Miraculously though, his mouth healed almost instantly. "I suppose you're going to kill me now."

Raven knelt beside him, "I'm not going to kill you."

He looked surprised, "You're not?"

Raven shook her head, she put her hand to her forehead in pain. Her hand felt moist with her blood. She silently cursed to herself.

He rolled over, the clasp on her cloak touched his skin. He winced in pain, "Please, get that thing off of me."

Confused Raven did as she was told, taking the clasp off her cloak. Then she realized, "It's silver. You can't handle silver."

He shook his head, clutching her cloak around him while Raven found herself grateful that she wore her silver one. She rarely wore it, since she preferred her gold one.

Raven heard footsteps behind her.

"Why won't you kill me?" he asked, "Most people when they find out I'm a werewolf run in fear, or try and kill me, yet you do neither. Why?"

"From my understanding of werewolves, you're innocent, you can't help it when you turn into a wolf, and then you have no control over your actions, am I right?" Raven asked.

He hesitated for a moment then replied, "That's right."

"Is there any chance you'll change back again tonight?" Raven asked.

"No," he replied, "Once I change back to my human form, I can't become a wolf again until the next…"

"Raven, are you all right? It sounded like trouble!" Robin asked, as he and the others appeared from the bushes.

Raven nodded and waved "I'm fine…ugh!" she winced in pain, and doubled over, clutching her chest and holding her wrist as she realized she more badly injured than she thought. "For the most part that is."

"Sorry about that," the werewolf said.

"Who's the naked guy?" Beast Boy frowned as Robin jumped down to aid Raven.

"Jonathan," the werewolf replied, climbing to his feet, making sure the blue cloak covered him. "I'm…"

"…a camper," Raven interrupted him, against her better judgement, "I rescued him from the wolf, well actually, we rescued each other. It knocked me down and almost had me. Jonathan threw a rock at it, giving me a chance to attack. It ran off into the woods. It went that way." She pointed with her good hand. Cyborg went off in the direction she pointed.

Beast Boy frowned, something wasn't right. Since when was Raven quick to interrupt someone and offer explanation freely? "I see. So Jonathan… if that's really your name, what were you doing out here with no clothes on?!"

Jonathan looked at Raven curiously then replied, "I was uh, actually I was skinny dipping. I'm out here camping and I was bathing in the ocean."

Starfire blushed, "You don't look skinny to me." Jonathan looked down and clutched Raven's cloak tighter, just in case. At the surprised looks she got Starfire quickly looked away, instead turning to Raven, "Raven that looks painful, are you sure you are all right? Perhaps you need aid first?" Starfire put her hand to the nasty looking cut on Raven's forehead.

"Ow!" Raven gasped, "Don't touch it! I'm fine. We should get Jonathan back to his trailer... in case the wolf comes back."

Jonathan shook his head, eyeing Raven with a startled and confused expression on his face, "I'm fine, the uh… wolf just startled me. I think you should take her home, she looks like she's hurt pretty bad."

Robin nodded, "You're right. We should get those injuries looked at."

"I'm fine… really," Raven sighed, she winced and lost her balance.

Beast Boy grabbed her shoulder and steadied her, "Raven, don't be stupid, I mean look at yourself! The wolf didn't…"

"It's nothing, I just fell wrong when the wolf knocked me down. The wolf didn't bite me or scratch me or anything," Raven replied as she glanced at Jonathan who sighed with relief. "It looks worse than it really is."

"Even so, we should call it a night," Robin said as Beast Boy put his arm around Raven to help her walk, since it was clear that standing hurt. "All the campers are well aware of the beast and are staying indoors."

Cyborg emerged from the trees, "No sign of the wolf. Hey Raven, you OK?"

Raven rolled her eyes and looked away, briefly making eye contact with Jonathan.

"Raven, is that your name?" Jonathan asked. Raven nodded slightly. "Can I meet with you tomorrow somewhere?" There was a pause as everyone stared at Raven dumbfounded and then at Jonathan and at Raven again. Did he just ask her out? Jonathan noticed the reactions, "So I can give you your cloak back?"

All eyes were on Raven who put her hand to her head and groaned, the situation was clearly making her uncomfortable, "Sure. I'll meet you here, OK?"

"Great," Jonathan grinned.

Beast Boy watched their exchange and glared at Jonathan, finding him rather suspicious. Beast Boy clutched Raven tighter, "Don't worry Raven," Beast Boy said privately, trying to hide his disdain, "We'll take good care of you so you can be ready for your date with Johnny-poo tomorrow." He indignantly emphasized the word 'date'.

"Beast Boy," Raven warned coolly, "back off." She levitated and floated on ahead. When using her powers to levitate proved to be too much for her head, she leaned on Starfire for support instead. Beast Boy folded his arms in disgust and took one more glance at Jonathan before following.

Jonathan watched them go. He took Raven's cloak and smelled it, taking in her scent. Part of it was wet with her blood. He glanced around and bit her cloak, sucking the blood out of the material. Liking his lips he returned to his trailer.

Raven felt slightly embarrassed by all the attention her friends gave her. She wasn't injured that badly. She felt stupid for being injured at all since it was caused by an awkward fall. They took her to the doctor and the worst of her injuries was a concussion and a sprained wrist and she had a couple of stitches on her arm. It wasn't a big deal to her, but her friends were treating her like she was knocking on Death's door. They went out of their way to make sure she was comfortable. Maybe they would like the attention but being the loner she was it only made her even more uncomfortable. She hated it.

She also hated the looks Beast Boy was giving her as he took the first watch in making sure she didn't fall asleep, since it would make her concussion worse. It made her nervous. He knew that something wasn't right with her story and she knew he knew. What she couldn't believe was that she made up a story in the first place. The werewolf- Jonathan had killed a handful of people that night, and he was still at large. He could hurt someone else. If she had told them the truth, they could've made sure he didn't transform again, or if he did, contain him. They would understand that Jonathan the human was innocent, wouldn't they?

"No, they wouldn't," Raven muttered.

"Did you say something Raven?" Beast Boy asked trying to keep awake as he watched TV and glanced over at Raven.

"No," she replied quickly, returning to her book. They wouldn't understand at all. She knew that. That was precisely the reason she kept her family tree a secret. If they knew of the evil that flowed through her veins, they would probably dump her for sure. Perhaps that was why she felt the need to protect Jonathan, because he was in a similar situation as she was. Raven yawned and rested her tired and sore head on the pillow of the couch.

"Oh no you don't Rave," Beast Boy clapped his hands in front of her face, "You know what the doctor said. You can't fall asleep for 24 hours."

Raven frowned, "I wasn't going to fall asleep. My head hurts when I sit up like this. The doctor said nothing about lying down."

"Want some more tea?" Beast Boy asked, "That might wake you up."

"No," Raven glared at him, "you know I don't need a babysitter. I'm not going to go to sleep."

"Raven, what exactly happened tonight?" Beast Boy asked.

Raven shot him a glance before putting her nose back in her book even though reading was causing strain on her headache, "I already told you."

"I don't trust that guy," Beast Boy said, "He reeks in wolf."

"How would you know?" Raven sighed.

"When we were looking for the wolf, I was a bloodhound. It heightened my hearing, which is how we found out that you were in trouble, since I heard you give your attack, but it also heightened my sense of smell and I smelled wolf," Beast Boy explained.

"In case you hadn't noticed Beast Boy," Raven stated coldly, "we were attacked by the wolf, of course he'd have the scent. Besides, if your nose was as keen as you say it was, you would've been the one to find the wolf, not me."

"Fine," Beast Boy frowned, "But something isn't right. I mean, what was he doing out there in the middle of the night, naked as a jaybird?"

"I don't think it's any of our business. But like he said, he was skinny-dipping. Some people do that," Raven shrugged.

"And where were his clothes? Did he walk all the way to the ocean from the campgrounds butt-naked?" Beast Boy asked.

"I didn't think to ask," Raven shrugged, trying the ignore tactic.

"And another thing…" Beast Boy said, Raven cringed, wishing she could just leave and go to bed, "if he was attacked by the wolf, how did he get away without a scratch? You saw what that thing did to that woman! He didn't have a scratch on him!"

"None that you can see," Raven lied with a slight smirk.

Beast Boy's jaw dropped, "How much did you see?!"

Raven groaned, "None of your business. Will you stop interrogating me? I am in pain, and I don't need you pestering me."

"How do you know that 'Jonathan' isn't a werewolf or something?" Beast Boy asked as Raven froze, although it went unnoticed by him, "Maybe that blow to the head made you see things and you only thought that the wolf got away, but really it was a werewolf!" he said dramatically.

Raven rolled her eyes sarcastically, "Oh, wow, gee Beast Boy, I never thought of it that way. Maybe you're right. And maybe the gash on my arm wasn't caused by some random rock but the werewolf and I'm going to turn into one too. You know, I have been craving raw meat since we got home…" She let go of the sarcasm and stated, "You've been watching way to many monster movies Beast Boy."

"Point taken," Beast Boy sighed, "I'm sorry for being suspicious. I don't know I'm just… I guess I was sorta… never mind. You won't understand."

"Try me."

"I was worried OK?" Beast Boy said seriously. "I was worried when I saw that you were hurt, and then I saw that guy who strikes me as suspicious, and I don't know, I was worried about you."

Raven's face softened slightly, but her expression was concealed by her book, "Well, there's nothing to worry about. You're acting like Starfire." She gave him the cold shoulder and pretended to read.

"See, I told you you wouldn't understand!" Beast Boy sighed, "You wouldn't understand that because it's a human emotion, and we all know cold little Raven doesn't know the meaning of the word! She's too busy pretending she doesn't have feelings!"

"That's harsh," Raven stated, "You know how my powers are controlled by my emotions and you know what could happen when…"

"When you become overly angry," Beast Boy exclaimed, "But I still can't see how hard it is to have a little fun and not be such a cold, miserable Ice Queen all the time!"

"See Beast Boy you don't understand," Raven sighed feeling her anger grow, "You've been in my head and you still don't understand. Just because I can't express my emotions doesn't mean I don't feel them. Why are we getting back to this anyway?"

"Because we were worried about you, we saw death and carnage tonight and you treat our concern for you like garbage," Beast Boy replied, shaking slightly. The images of the corpses he found would definitely haunt him for a while. "Can't you at least show some sign of gratitude?"

"Fine," Raven said sarcastically, "Thank you for annoying the hell out of me so I won't be able to fall asleep. Thank you for interrogating me over something so trivial and accusing me of being a heartless bitch." Raven put her hand to her head and winced, trying to catch herself. She could feel her anger rising. She could feel the guilt of lying to her friends and the confusion about the werewolf getting to her. Her anger was overpowering her. She sank to her knees, "No!" she cried as a small black wind circled around her.

"Raven?"

"Get away from me!" Raven snapped in warning; her eyes were red. Beast Boy backed up quickly. He knew that look.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…"

"Azarath, Metrion Zinthos!" she repeated quietly to herself over and over until the anger subsided.

"OK, what just happened?" Beast Boy asked when he was sure Raven had calmed down.

"Nothing," Raven lied, her eyes were back to their normal indigo color, and they watered with pain.

"Can I get you anything?" Beast Boy asked, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"Ugh my head," Raven cried, "It's killing me." She pushed Beast Boy away. It seemed her concussion was making it hard for her to control her emotions and her powers. She almost lost her cool completely and it frightened her. "Are you all right?"

Beast Boy nodded, "Yeah. Listen, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to attack you. I was… well like I said I was worried and…" Beast Boy didn't say it but he realized then that he was jealous, he was jealous of Jonathan and he was taking it out on her. But why would he be jealous of Jonathan? He was just some weirdo Raven saw naked who asked her out and she accepted. "Oh crap." He muttered to himself at the realization.

"I didn't mean to lose my cool so I guess we're even," Raven moaned, "I need to meditate. I'm going to my room. I need to be alone."

"But Raven…"

"Don't worry, I won't fall asleep." Raven hovered to her room leaving Beast Boy alone.

Beast Boy frowned as he watched her go. He couldn't believe he pushed her like that. He also couldn't believe how jealous he was feeling of Jonathan. Why should he be jealous of Jonathan? It wasn't like there was anything going on between him and Raven, so what did he care if she went out with the guy? He felt so confused. All he knew was that there was something about Jonathan, something in his eyes that rubbed him the wrong way and something about the way Raven seemed to be covering for him, which wasn't like her at all. No wonder he felt jealous. He had been trying to catch her eye for a while now, and all of a sudden some naked stranger obviously caught her attention enough for her to concoct some cock and bull story to cover for him. But why would Raven do that?

He sighed, maybe Raven was right about him and there was nothing to worry about. She could read people better than he ever could. But still, something didn't feel right. For Raven's sake, he hoped he was wrong.