An Author's note: OC alert, OC alert.

Oh, and this will contain some foul language…but this is South Park, so I am certain that you expected that.

Just thought ya'll should know.

Chapter 6

Sharptongue

Kyle could not help but wonder if these darned transformations would stop hurting.

After making sure his pillows were arranged in the classic fake-child-sleeping-soundly style, Kyle had decided to try and transform into a werewolf without being pissed beforehand. It worked, but it was a lot slower and for some reason more painful.

After his transformation was complete, Kyle heard a low howl coming from outside his window. He peeked out, and saw Tweek in his werewolf form, sitting in the snow and twitching. But then Tweek was always twitching about something.

Kyle easily leapt out the window. "Hey Tweek." He said.

"Come one, follow me and try to keep up." Tweek snarled rather curtly. He then turned tail and ran to the forest.

Kyle stared a Tweek. While it true that he and Tweek and basically stopped hanging out since Kenny came back, Kyle had thought they were still on pretty decent terms. Apparently he was wrong.

Determined to get to the bottom of this, Kyle ran after Tweek until he was neck and neck with the strangely moody werewolf.

"Okay Tweek, what's wrong?" Kyle asked.

Tweek screeched to a halt.

"What do you mean?" Tweek snarled in Kyle's face.

"Well," Kyle backed away. He was not comfortable with having a muzzle in his face. "You seem awfully upset about something."

"Oh, so now you notice?" Tweek growled.

"Huh?"

"Never mind." Tweek sighed and walked away a few paces "It's the coffee." He said.

"I thought coffee just made you jittery."

"In my human form, yes, but in my werewolf from it just makes me pissed off. Don't know why."

Kyle made a mental note never to drink coffee in his werewolf form.

"So…where are we going?" Kyle asked after a bit.

"A clearing in the middle of the woods. It's where us in-training pups gather before our separate teachers come to…well train us." Tweek shrugged. "There are only four other pups there."

"Really? What are they like?" Kyle asked.

"Well, there's Boneroll and Rothide. They're twins. Boneroll thinks he's some sort of con artist, and Rothide…well you'll see. They're okay once you get to know them. Then there's Moonlight. She's Moonsong's youngest pup, so try not to piss her off. And…there's Sharptongue. He's…well he's a bit like Cartman, only not as manipulate and smart…"

Kyle tried to imagine a werewolf Cartman and shuddered.

Abruptly a horrendous stench assaulted Kyle's nostrils.

"Ew! What the hell?!" Kyle said.

"That'll be Rothide." Tweek grinned and took the lead into the clearing.

Kyle stepped into the clearing and looked at his new "classmates".

Two brown werewolves were sitting on the ground playing with what looked like a pair of dice. One was talking.

"Okay, Rotty, I'm pretty sure that the point of this one is to get a higher roll than your opponent. Now, I read that if you put weights in the dice…

Rothide, however, did not seem to be paying much attention. He was to busy gnawing on a greasy bone. Kyle could smell the young werewolf's stench from all the way across the clearing.

Another werewolf, this one a silver female was laying on her back looking up at the sky. For some reason Kyle's eyes were drawn to her. Perhaps it was because her fur shone like a star in the moonlight…

Before Kyle's mind could wander into heretofore unknown territory, a voice penetrated his thoughts.

"Terrific, the weakling is here. Just what we needed, first a halfy and now a Manborn." The speaker was a charcoal grey werewolf with a nasty, sneering expression. This could only be Sharptongue. He was big, much bigger than Kyle. In fact, he was twice even Cartman's great bulk. Only difference was, Sharptongue was all muscle, not blubber.

"Why don't you go crawling back to your doghouse, Manborn?" Sharptongue continued. "I don't want to train with some chickenshit puppy dog!"

Kyle felt anger boiling inside him. Who did this guy think he was? "What did you call me?" Kyle growled.

"Kyle…you better not…" Tweek started, but quieted down when Sharptongue glared at him.

"I called you chickenshit, because that is what you are. Just a big pile of cowardly shit that won't amount to anything." Sharptongue stalked towards Kyle.

"Shut up!" Kyle bellowed, just like he would have to Cartman. Only this was different. Cartman…he may have been an ass, but a part of Kyle always thought that all of his aggression was just a façade. There was, however, clearly no façade with Sharptongue, just anger and hatred.

"How much you want to bet that the rest of his pack is just like him, Boneroll?" Sharptongue turned to the other werewolf, who was very carefully not looking "Bet his momma was a runt just like him! Bet she's some worthless whore."

Kyle growled low in his throat. "Don't you dare say that about my mother!"

"Who's going to stop me, Manborn? Bet she is, huh? I'll bet your daddy must be a janitor…if you even have a father!"

That was it. Kyle could not just sit and listen to this jerk insult his family. With a roar Kyle lunged for Sharptongue's neck.

Kyle quickly learned another big difference between Sharptongue and Cartman. Cartman could not fight. Cartman was a wimp.

Sharptongue could fight…and he was not a wimp.

Kyle was pinned down within two seconds, and Sharptongue proceeded to beat the crap out of him.

Kyle bit and struggled, but to no avail. Sharptongue was bigger, stronger and meaner. The other werewolf was biting and clawing him unmercifully, and there was nothing Kyle could do about it.

Kyle's eyes meet Sharptongue's, and what he saw there scared him. No remorse, no pity, just hatred. For some reason, this werewolf hated Kyle.

And Kyle had no idea why.

But he had a feeling that, if someone did not do something, this werewolf would kill him.