An Author's note: Just so ya'll know, the way this werewolf pack is organized is kinda inspired by the Warriors books (which are a bunch of books about cats, in case no one knows…). I don't own that particular series nor to I own South Park.

Chapter 4

Pack

"A Manborn! We don't need his type here! Drive him away." A voice bellowed from the small werewolf mob.

"Right, we don't need some weak little Manborn ruining our pack anymore than it has been ruined by the Outlaw!" Someone else shouted.

"You! Go away!" one of the werewolves snarled at Kyle and snapped at him. Kyle, who was feeling a bit cornered right now, snarled back.

Kyle did not expect to get any help from this crowd at all, but to his surprise the black werewolf who had escorted him here stepped in between him and the werewolf who was taunting Kyle. The black werewolf bristled and said "I'm Manborn myself, or have you forgotten? Am I weak?"

The other werewolf growled "Out of my way, Sam."

Kyle blinked. Sam? What kind of name was that for a werewolf?

Sam and the other werewolf snarled at each other. The two of them reared on their hind legs and for a second they looked like a pair of pissed off bears…with wolf heads.

"Enough! Both of you!" the silver werewolf, Moonsong, howled. "I will not have fighting in my own pack!"

Sam and his opponent dropped back down to four legs. Sam edged towards Kyle and sat beside him, making it clear that he was, at least partly, on Kyle's side…even though Kyle himself had no idea what his "side" was.

"Now," Moonsong continued after the angry wolf noises had stopped "I really don't see that we have any choice here at all. We have to take this Manborn into our pack-"

"Oh now wait a minute!" Kyle decided it was time for him to say something "Who said I wanted to be one of you at all."

A long silence. Many yellow wolf eyes stared at Kyle.

Just as he was starting to wish he had kept his little trap shut, Sam the black werewolf gently asked "Are you saying you would rather join the Outlaw?"

"No! I'm saying…why would I have to choose between your group and this outlaw character? Why can't I just go home and forget this ever happened?" Kyle asked.

Moonsong gave Kyle a look that greatly resembled pity. Scratch that, it was pity. It irritated Kyle (like so many things seemed to be doing lately). "Come with me, you deserve some explanation. Sam, you come as well." Turning the werewolf trotted off towards his cave. After a moment Kyle followed.

As it turned out there was a steep rocky ramp leading up to the cave, but due to the darkness of the cave Kyle had not seen it at first.

Kyle was expecting another dark and dreary cave, but instead what he got (once he had travled a bit of a ways in) was a place lit up with battery powered lamps. There was a writing desk in the corner, a bookcase and actual bed.

Moonsong grinned "Surprised? While we keep the Cavern of Moonlight the same as it was when our ancestors moved here that does not mean our own individual caves must be primitive as well."

"…yeah…great. Now why won't you let me leave?" Kyle asked.

"You must understand that I don't want to keep you here against your will at all. In fact, if it where up to me you would never had been bitten in the first place. However…let me start at the beginning. The werewolves are a dying race, little one. In all of North American, perhaps the world, there is only one pack. Our pack."

Kyle was shocked. This was the only pack of werewolves? In the entire world? He wished he could tell Stan about this. Stan was practically an honorary member of PETA (minus the bestiality), and Kyle knew that if his friend knew of any endangered species his first instinct would be to help. Plus, Kyle was feeling very much alone in this place.

"I will not go into the reasons for our rarity right now. Believe me when I tell you that it is true. Our people are dying off. To combat this I came up with a solution. Our people would interbreed and live among the various humans of South Park, in the hopes that we might be able to repopulate, or at least maintain. Right now there are several people living in South Park who are, in fact, werewolves."

"Like Tweek?" Kyle asked.

"Tweek and his mother. In fact, Tweek's mother was the first of us to take a human mate. She said it was because he was the dumbest most oblivious human she could find."

"I believe that." Kyle muttered.

"However, there were a few who thought the process was going far too slowly. Most prominent of these was the Outlaw. His plan was to simply attack your town and bite everyone there. However, such behavior is against our most sacred traditions. We are not allowed to attack humans unless it is in self defense-"

"But I though werewolves attacked people all the time!" Kyle interrupted.

"Only in movies and fairy tales, son." Sam said gently.

"Eventually the Outlaw chose to leave the pack, taking two others with him. Linda and Even, both Manborn like you."

"Ummm, what does "Manborn" mean?" Kyle asked.

"It means someone like you or me." Sam said. "People who have been bitten instead of being born a werewolf."

"Oh." Kyle said. "But what does this have to do with me joining you?"

"Kyle, you are a werewolf now. As a werewolf you will find that your anger and temper will greatly increase." Moonsong said. "Surly you have already felt it, haven't you? The pack provides an outlet for that anger in the form of hunts. When transformed you will feel the urge to hunt, but what would happen if your anger and instincts were to control you and force you to attack those you love?"

Kyle thought about this. He thought about long and hard. He had attacked Stan and Ike once before…what if he attacked them again, this time in werewolf form?

"Is…there a cure?" Kyle asked timidly.

"No." Moonsong said "You will be a werewolf for the rest of your life. Before you decide, think about this as well. The Outlaw will be after you, but you might not end up being his only victim…"

Kyle thought about that as well. He could imagine that monster's fangs closing around Stan or Kenny…even Cartman didn't deserve to be attacked by that fiend.

"The pack is dedicated to stop the Outlaw. We can offer you help and protection. All we ask in return is that you keep our secret, stay loyal to us, and follow our rules. Can you do that, Kyle?" Moonsong asked.

Kyle knew what his answer had to be.

"I'll do it."

"Good. Moonsong said "Now, Sam." The silver werewolf's eyes darted to Sam "Will you please tutor this young pup? Seeing as how you are a Manborn yourself I can think of no one better."

"I would be honored, Moonsong." Sam said. He looked very pleased indeed.

"Even better." Moonsong said. "Let's go tell the rest of the pack."

Kyle followed the two older werewolves out of the cave, feeling dazed and confused. What had he just agreed to? Had he made the right choice? Where these werewolves really being honest to him? Then he remembered the cold, cruel eyes of the Outlaw, and decided that these werewolves must be better than that monster.

Moonsong howled from the top of the waterfall. The other werewolves gathered around the base of the pool to listen.

"The Manborn known as Kyle will be joining the pack!" Moonsong howled.

A few groans cam from the audience, but the majority of the werewolves seemed to accept the decision now that it had been made.

"His teacher in our ways shall be Sam! Treat this young werewolf as you would treat any other young packmate!" Moonsong said. With that he retreated back to his cave, and Kyle could not help but wonder if he was always so…abrupt.

The other werewolves approached him, and Kyle was afraid that they were not going to listen to their leader. Instead they just nudged him with their muzzles and said "welcome". However, Kyle noticed that a few of them were hanging back. These werewolves were giving him dirty looks and turning away.

"Sam!" The silver-grey she werewolf approached Kyle and Sam "You need to get that Manborn back to his parents at once! It's almost midnight!"

"Oh! Right! Shall we go with you and Tweek?"

"Sure." The silver-grey said with a shrug. "Tweek! Get over here!" The jittery blonde werewolf ran towards them.

The grey werewolf turned to Kyle and grinned. At least Kyle hoped that was a grin "I'm Rockclaw, by the way. I'm Tweek's teacher."

"Nice to meet you." Kyle said.

"Let's go already!" Tweek said, and he dashed off into the woods.

As he raced alongside Sam, Rockclaw and Tweek, Kyle could not help but wonder how in the world he was going to balance his life as a human and his new life as a werewolf. He did not want any harm to come to his friends and family, but it seemed like trouble would be there whether he wanted it or not.

He was so busy brooding that he did not notice it when they had arrived at his house. He bide the three other werewolves a quite farewell and climbed back into his window. Gently he shoved his bookcase back to its original position.

Just as he was finished shoving he remembered that he was still in wolf form. Rushing to the window he called to the departing black figure of Sam.

"Hey! How do I change back?!"

Sam turned around and bounded back. "Think of your human self…and be careful not to leave any shed wolf hairs around!"

Kyle closed his eyes and imagined his real…his human self. The fur began to recede. His claws retracted and his teeth returned to normal. Minutes later a fully human Kyle stood in the middle of his room.

Kyle yawned, suddenly feeling very tired. He crawled into bed and fell asleep.