Here is the first chapter of my alternate ending of Blood of the Werewolf. This might take a little longer than expected, but I've got it all in my head how I would like it to go. I realize that I rushed the original ending, but I was trying to tie the story in with actual days of the month, and wanted to end it on the full moon. (hope somebody noticed) I still have 1, possibly 2 more chapters to go with this alternate ending, as I want to try and do this right. Should have it finished Saturday night.

Anyways, this begins where Ron is walking up to the Kim-Wolf as it's sniffing around a tree in the park.

Guess I better do this; Disclaimer: I Don't own any of the Kim Possible characters…

Middleton park, under a full moon:

Ron had an idea where the Kim-Wolf might go. That is if there was any of Kim left in the beast's mind. He entered the park, and made a straight line towards the tree that he and Kim had sat under together for almost their entire lives. The one they had both carved their names into when they were pre-teens.

He cautiously walked up to the huge oak tree. The Kim-Wolf was sniffing around the base, as if looking for something. It didn't notice Ron approaching.

Sensing someone was nearby it finally looked up and saw Ron standing there. Immediately the Kim-Wolf raised it's hackles, narrowed it's eyes, and began to growl with teeth bared and saliva dripping.

Ron dropped into a defensive stance, with the Lotus Blade in a ready position. "K… Kim? Can you h… hear me? Are you… in… there?"

Ron's voice wavered, as he had never been so frightened or scared before in his life. "K… Kim, it's m… me, R… Ron."

Holding the Lotus Blade ready in his right hand, Ron extended out his left, palm up. There was about 20 feet between the two, and he slowly closed the gap as he walked towards this menacing creature. His heart was beating so hard and so fast, he thought he would have a heart attack right there.

To Ron it seemed to take forever to span that 20 feet, but it only took about 2 minutes. The Kim-Wolf stood its ground and never moved, nor did it take its eyes off of him.

Finally Ron was standing right in front of the beast, close enough to touch, and it was huge! At the shoulder, on all fours, it stood about 4 feet tall. The top of the head was about 6 inches higher.

The main body of the Kim-Wolf was covered in a coarse, dark charcoal-gray colored hair that was about 3-4 inches long, and some white hairs were dispersed throughout. The white hairs were closer and denser as they moved down the legs, until the tops of the paws were all white.

The basic shape of the head and muzzle were the same as a regular wolf, but it was bigger, in fact, about twice the size. Steam puffed out of the black snout as it breathed into the cold night air. The muzzle hairs were coarse, and short, the same color as the rest of the body, but there were more white hairs than the charcoal colored. The rest of the head was covered with the same dark-charcoal and white mix as the body, but it was about 3 inches longer.

There were two distinctive features about this werewolf that told Ron who this had been.

One, there was an area between and above the eyes where the hair color was different. Roughly in the shape of a V, the point of which began abut ¼ of the way down the snout, and moved up between the eyes, and then fanned out above the eyebrows like a funnel, the hair color then dispersed into the charcoal and white of it's body. This different hair color was a dark auburn red.

The other distinctive feature was the eyes. Instead of a dark brown, like most dogs and wolves, the eyes of this beast were a deep emerald green.

As Ron stood there within touching distance, he stared into the eyes of this, thing, searching for any evidence, any sign at all, that Kim's consciousness may still reside within.

The beast sniffed his outstretched hand as if looking for a treat. The eyebrows and mouth relaxed a bit, almost as if there was recognition of the scent.

Suddenly, the eyebrows narrowed again, the lip curled up, and it rocked back on its haunches and lept at Ron!

He dropped to his knees, bent backwards, and raised his left hand to protect his face. By instinct and training, his right hand brought the blade up, and as the Kim-Wolf sailed over him, the blade made a slashing cut from the top right of its chest, diagonally down and half-way across the stomach.

As the blade sliced the beasts skin, it howled in pain, and fell with a thud about two feet behind where Ron had knelt down. Just after the cut was made, Ron dropped completely to the ground, and rolled to a standing attack posture.

After he stood there for about half a minute waiting for another attack, his breathing finally began to slow as the adrenaline rush began to wear off. It was then he realized what had happened.

"Kim! No, Kim! Crap!"

Ron quickly stepped over to the body, falling on his knees right beside it. He tentatively placed his hand on a side of the beast's chest as it rose up and down in time with it's breathing.

He stayed there on his knees, legs freezing from contact with the cold ground, but he didn't care. With his hand still lying on the Kim-Wolf's side, Ron closed his eyes and silently began to cry.

Then he felt something strange on his hand. It felt as if hairs were being pulled across his palm. Then he felt something else. The muscle beneath the skin jumped! Opening his eyes, and jumping back from the sight, Ron watched in both amazement and horror as the body of the werewolf began to contort, and writhe on the ground.

There, right in front of Ron's eyes, the body of this beast transformed back into the body of Kim Possible! A naked Kim Possible. Naked!

Kim started to shiver from the cold, and Ron took off his jacket and placed it over her shoulders. As she shakily stood up with his help, Ron saw a slashing cut that went from her upper right chest, down between her breasts, and ended about half-way down her stomach.

Ron picked Kim up in his arms, and she seemed to instinctively wrap her arms around his neck. She whispered three words next to his ear that he could barely hear. "Ron, help me." That was all he needed to hear, and they gave him the strength to immediately begin jogging back towards the Possible residence.

Just before he reached the back door, it swung open with Anne Possible standing there.

"Ronald!" She said, both shocked and amazed. "Bring her in here, quickly!"

Ron lay Kim on the couch, and her Mom began to immediately lay blankets over her daughter, not bothering to remove the jacket. Ron sat down in a chair opposite the couch, watching Kim's mom take care of her.

James Possible walked down the steps from the upstairs bedrooms, and spoke. "Well, I was able to get the boys to sleep. But…" He then noticed who was lying on the couch, and the other two in the room. "Kimmie cub…"

Anne stopped her husband before he reached his daughter, as she didn't want him to wake up Kim. "What happened?" He asked, looking at his wife, then over at Ron.

"You're not going to believe this," Ron started, "But then again, you might."

To be continued…

Nope, not gonna give any clues as to what happens at the end. I want it to be a surprise!