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Secondly: I need to know what languege Wulf speaks. Please and thank you.

Chapter 5: Meet the army

It was hours later, after sundown. Samantha looked at her new, bat-winged phone. It was ringing; caller ID stating it was Danny. She hoped he could explain why he wasn't there before when she had come out as she picked up the receiver.

"Hi Danny."

"Hi Sam, give me a sec to call Tuck." Danny dialed Tuckers number so they could talk three-way.

"Hi Danny," Said Tucker when he picked up his cell phone. "You there Sam?"

"Here."

"Sorry I didn't meet up with you guys after I caught them."

"You caught them?" Sam asked, having missed the whole battle.

"Yeah…" Answered Danny. "Did you find Dana?"

"No, I couldn't find her anywhere. So what happened?"

Danny explained the fight, but was interrupted by Tucker when he got to the part about flying away.

"But you didn't see the creepy part."

"Creepy part? Creepy part? Tucker, Danny fights ghosts for a 'living'. And you have a creepy part?"

"Yes, I do." Said Tucker, annoyed at Sam. "The wolf-"

"Which wolf?" Sam wondered.

"The live one. Anyway, the wolf grew wings!"

"I've seen creepier things." Yawned Sam.

"It was the way it happened: first bone, then muscle, then skin, then feathers. It made me want chicken wings."

Danny wondered about the blood, but was afraid to ask. "Okay, it's vaguely creepy. But how do you think it was able to do that?"

"It wasn't a ghost." Said Sam.

"Alien?" Suggested Tucker.

"No," Argued Sam, "aliens don't look like animals on earth."

"They could, what if wolves came to earth from outer space?"

Their constant bickering didn't let Danny give his input. It didn't matter anyway; one of the ghost gadgets in his room was beeping.

"Call you back." He said into the phone, not sure he was heard.

Soon he was flying above the park, Ghost Tracker 3.0 in hand. He landed in a treeless spot; the device was telling him a ghost stood (or floated) in front of him. He saw nothing.

Movement!

But it was just a barn owl, two yards to Danny's right. Its markings were odd; white face, black body, black wings with white primary feathers, white legs, and a white tail. The owl had completely magenta eyes; and two black tear lines—like a cheetah's—went from its eyes to beak. The beak was a royal blue.

He couldn't dwell on this any longer; a figure had just come out of the ground in front of him. Danny picked up his thermos, but he wanted some answers before he caught anyone.

The ghost wolf, who was missing a hind leg, grinned evilly at Danny. Danny was not impressed.

"Hi," Said the advisor, "you don't know me, but I believe you have some friends of mine." He floated gently closer to Danny. He was so close that the Halfa could count the whiskers on his snout. "Now you'll meet the rest of us!"

With little warning, hundreds of ghost wolves (all with different, but visible and fatal injuries) phased out of the ground, trees, and large rocks. The one that introduced them had disappeared into the mass. Danny scanned the bodies. He was trying to do a head count, but it was impossible. There were too many.

Not as many as he had fought when he had went to fight the Ghost King, but he had help then; a suit, and a small army of his own. Here his only help was the owl, which he had lost.

Danny looked at his thermos sadly.

All the wolves growled, and then flew in a tornado, just yards from Danny. He flew up, but not away. He should have, but he had to watch. Seconds passed; Danny couldn't tell where one wolf ended and another began. Before long the tornado disappeared. In its place was a T-rex sized wolf (complete with four legs), growling at him with teeth like steak knives.

Danny felt pain in his wrists and ankles. He dropped the probably useless thermos. Four wolves had bit his limbs and were carrying him toward the giant wolves mouth. Danny fought, but they threw him in.

"Ahh!" Danny screamed. It's eating me, He panicked. Wait.

The Ghost Wolf was not eating him. It had just trapped him with its mouth open; the teeth had formed into bars for the strange cell.

"WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE!" shouted Danny in frustration. He punched the tongue.

"Hey, ugly!" Said the She-wolf's voice. Danny ran to the end of the snout to watch (it helped that the large wolf had tilted his head down). "Who and where is your leader?" She demanded.

"Looking for me?" Danny couldn't see who had said that. He did see the live wolf's mouth fall in a very human expression.

"Sunny?"

A ghost wolf flew down to talk to the live one. He had wings also and had a few bullet holes in his chest and head. The she-wolf cringed when she saw them.

"It's Darksun, now, Sis." He sneered.

The black wolf regained her anger. "What's going on? What are you doing?" She almost shouted.

He read her face. "You already know. You've figured it out."

Softly: "I hoped I was wrong."

"I don't see why you're so upset," He said like she had just dropped her ice cream cone, "You will be spared. So will Mom and Dad. If it'll make you feel better, I'll even spare the ghost boy, Dreama." He added as an after thought.

Dreama? Wondered Danny.

"You should spare everyone." Dreama growled.

"Why?" He replied, still in an off-hand manner. Then he became serious. "No one spared me."

"They didn't know who you were. Who you are!"

"They will now." Danny felt he was missing something. "I'm the leader of a very large, very vicious, army of ghost wolves seeking revenge on humankind. The tables have turned, and for once I'm in control!"

Then everything went black.