A/N: Hello. Here is another chapter. In case you're wondering why Terry is my favorite character, it's because that as far as I saw, she's the only one who did real harm to the Werewolves sans silver bullet, granted it wasn't fatal. Also, in this story, Terry will have to undertake a sort of counseling with Jack and David later on, much like Waggner tried to counsel the others. And for the moment, she will be paired with Chris, but there will be a certain point in development where it will change. How it'll change, I'll never tell. Anyway, have fun. :)

Chapter 1: Search and Recruit

At the bar, Marsha and her compatriots were eating there as they'd just saw the news that displayed Karen's demise. When her prey had escaped, they were afraid that they'd expose the existence of Werewolves the way they did. But after that, many people were still in denial. Thankfully, for their sake, that was the case. However, that didn't mean there weren't people who believed in them. After all, seeing is believing. And Marsha knew this debacle needed to be sorted out and soon. For now, blissful ignorance kept her at bay from devouring the people inside as one of the patrons spoke before two others followed suit.

"The things they do with special effects these days. Did you see the one about the guy in the spaceship?"

The man sitting beside him had his doubts.

"It was real. She turned into a werewolf and they shot her."

"You're plastered."

"Doesn't mean it wasn't real."

As Marsha heard this, she had half a mind to think about tearing his larynx out as the man sitting beside her eased her wrath as he placed his hand on hers, giving her a signal that this simply wasn't the time. In an attempt to resolve this, he spoke to the man at a bar working the grill.

"Hey, Ernie? Put that Pepper Steak on for me, would you? And a hamburger for the lady."

"How do you want that?"

With that, the man sitting beside Marsha spoke to her as he saw a grin coming over her face. Seeing this, he knew she must have another plan for the unfortunate turn of events.

"How do you want it, honey?"

"Rare."

Later, as they left, Marsha and the man were walking out in the street at moonlight as the latter spoke.

"You're certainly in a good mood. Whatcha got planned out with what's going on?"

"Everyone out there either believes in Werewolves or they deny it, thanks to Chris."

As she said his name, she practically hissed it. Marsha hadn't forgotten what he'd done to her brother and to T.C. Other than that, she saw only one other option to employ.

"For now, you'll have to blend in."

"We have to blend in? What about you?"

"Let's just say... that I'm going to play a worthwhile game of fetch."

Play Warren Zevon Music: "Werewolves of London"

Meanwhile, in London, precisely on the roads of Yorkshire, Terry was now walking by her lonesome, dressed in a blue jean jacket with a black shirt inside and black pants. About two days prior to her current path, Terry had just received the news that Chris was put away in jail after his ordeal. Turned out, Karen was back to normal when the police arrived. Just like her attacker's hand. Maybe that was how the curse worked. Regardless, Terry knew it'd take most of the money he'd made to pay for his bail. After that, Terry had to say goodbye to Chris for the time being to ensure that he'd be safe.

Already, two days had gone by, and it already proved to be a lonely existence. Yet, it was necessary to keep her Werewolf metamorphosis a secret so that Marsha wouldn't get to him. As Terry was walking near the street, she had noticed a truck with a cart of sheep and two passengers resembling teenagers. As she looked at the cargo, Terry could practically feel her hunger rising up inside as she stared at the sheep. However, she only continued to delay her beastly appetite. She hasn't eaten anything in two days since leaving for London, and her hunger surely wasn't helping the situation. What made it even more tempting for her was the fact that the truck parked just in the crossway in front of her as the driver opened the gate.

"I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand

Walking through the streets of SoHo in the rain

He was looking for a place called Lee Ho Fook's

Gonna get a big dish of beef chow mein

Aaoooooo

Werewolves of London

Aaoooooo

Aaoooooo

Werewolves of London

Aaoooooo"

Pause Warren Zevon Music: "Werewolves of London"

At first, Terry was convinced that he was releasing the sheep into the wild, or at least her kind thought so on account of her hunger. Instead, he only set the gate down for the stowaways to get off before they closed the gate. With that, Terry used her ears to test her advanced hearing as the driver spoke.

"Up to East Proctor, and all about here are the moors. I go this way."

One of the students, the one in the green jacket, spoke up to the driver as Terry took notice of him.

"Yes, thank you for the ride, sir. You have lovely sheep."

"Boys, keep off the moors. Stick to the roads. Maybe tell the straggler back there the same thing. And best of luck."

With that, the driver got in as the one in green got curious before the one in the red jacket spoke.

"Thank you. I'm gonna miss you."

As the truck drive away, the one in green took notice of Terry from far away and saw her walking just by the as he spoke up.

"Hey. You cold?"

"No. I'm just fine."

"Good."

As the one in green backed away, reassured that she can get by, Terry grew comfortable with their attention to personal space as she spoke while surveying their surroundings.

"Looks like we're gonna be walking together for a while. Might as well introduce ourselves. I'm Terry. What about you?"

"With that, the one in green spoke up before the other in red.

"Jack."

"David."

Catching the tones in their voices, Terry could tell they weren't too happy. Considering how cold, desolate, and possibly foreboding the scenery was, she couldn't blame them.

"I know what you must be thinking. Not the ideal place, is it?"

"I don't know. I mean, look around. Isn't this a fun place?"

Reading into his sarcasm, David spoke to his compatriot.

"Well, I like it here."

"Right. Northern England first, Italy later. I mean, we've got three months."

"Right."

As Terry heard this, she became interested. So much so, in fact, that she's beginning to get distracted from her hunger.

"What for?"

"We're going on a college trip to Italy. So far, Northern England's a shortcut to there."

"Oh. I get it."

As they walked, Jack spoke with David about a certain someone he laid eyes on.

"Do you think she'll meet me in Rome?"

"I think Debbie Klein is a mediocre person with a good body."

"There is nothing mediocre about Debbie Klein's body."

Hearing this, Terry could already tell where the conversation's going and tuned it out as she began to walk a bit faster than the two college students behind her.

"She's a jerk."

"You're talking about the woman I love."

"I'm talking about the woman you want to make out with, so give me a break."

"Well, I have to make love to her. It's really, very simple. She has no choice."

"You know, it just fascinates me how much energy is being spent on somebody so dull."

"There's nothing dull about that body."

As Terry continued to tune it out, the trio eventually made it to a faraway town just ahead of them. And where there's a town, it always means...

"Finally, someplace to eat."

As Terry ran down, Jack saw how much she ran. Although it seemed almost inhuman, he assumed it was her hunger working her up. When they arrived, they noticed a sign above them with a Wolf's head on a pike with the words "The Slaughtered Lamb" on it as Terry showed a discontent look at this. As a Werewolf herself, it made her very uneasy as Jack spoke.

"The Slaughtered Lamb?"

"That's kinda strange?"

"Where's the lamb?"

This gave David an opportune moment to poke fun while moving on with the task of eating and resting as he spoke.

"It's probably inside getting cold, come on."

At that moment, neither Terry nor Jack thought it wise to eat here.

"Are you kidding? I'm hungry, but not that hungry."

"Yeah. What kind of ad is that for a pub?"

"I don't know. Would you rather we let Terry here starve?"

Given this option, Jack didn't want Terry's starvation to be on his conscience as he reluctantly agreed as David said the last three words of his terms in unison.

"Alright. But whatever happens, it's your fault."

"It's my fault. Right."

With that, the trio, two of them being reluctant, entered in the pub, only to meet staring faces just as one of the pub goers made a shot with his dart before Jack and David spoke, the latter being the first.

"Hello."

"Hi. Nice to see you."

After a prolonged silence, Terry spoke up to them.

"It's, uh, cold outside. Can we sit here for a while?"

As an answer, the woman bartender nodded to them before they all sat down to their nearest table that wasn't taken as the boys self-consciously remove their packs and set them by the table before Jack spoke to her.

"Do you have any hot soup?"

"No."

"Do you have any coffee?"

"No."

With that, Terry spoke up to her as she felt her stomach grumbling.

"Well, uh, what do you have?"

"We have spirits and beers. If it's something hot you want, you can have tea."

"So, you have some, then?"

"No."

This made Terry flummoxed before the woman spoke again.

"But I can heat some up for you, if you'd like."

With that, the answer from the three was immediate.

"Yes, please."

As the woman walked away, Terry looked around the group and could tell most of them were undesirables as she spoke to David.

"I hope you're happy, sticking us in this... hangout."

"Listen, at least it's warm in here."

At that moment, Terry noticed something in front of the wall to their right: a pentagram painted red with candles by it as she felt threatened by it somehow while she spoke.

"And what about that?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"It's a pentagram. A five-pointed Star."

"Maybe the owners are from Texas."

As Jack snickered a bit, Terry didn't find it funny at all.

"There is no Texas in England, David. I thought you knew that."

As the barkeeper arrived wit their drinks, Jack spoke something about America's landmarks.

"Remember the Alamo."

This got the woman's attention before she inquired to them about it.

"I beg your pardon?"

Seeing her confusion, Terry spoke up to resolve it.

"Oh. He was just joking."

"Joking? I remember the Alamo. I saw it once in London. Leicester Square."

This perplexed the group as another pubgoer spoke from afar to answer their confusion.

"She means in the cinema. That film with John Wayne."

This made David and Jack recognize it before they spoke up.

"Oh, yes, of course."

"Right, with Laurence Harvey. Everybody died in it. It was very bloody."

"Bloody awful if you ask me."

This got the whole room in a gale of laughter as he spoke up to the bartender and his friend.

"Hey, Gladys, Tom. Did you hear about the one who crashed the plane?"

As another gale of laughter came on, Terry felt her stomach growling at her before she spoke up as best she could.

"Uh, excuse me?"

However, the man proceeded to tell the joke.

"There was this airplane over the Atlantic on its way to New York. It was full of men from the United Nations. So halfway over the ocean the engines run low on petrol, so they heave out all the baggage, but it's still too heavy. So they chuck out the seats, but it's still too heavy!"

"Excuse me? Please."

"Finally, this Froggy steps up and shouts, 'Viva la France!' and leaps out. Then an Englishman steps up and shouts, 'God save the Queen!' and he leaps out. But the plane is still too heavy."

"Excuse me?"

"So the yank delegate from Texas steps up and shouts, 'Remember the Alamo!' and chucks out the Mexican."

As everyone uproared with hilarity and laughter at this joke, Terry's patience finally reached its end as her stomach did the talking for her as her nails extended out as she banged her fists in the table with tremendous force.

"EXCUSE ME!"

As her sudden outburst took the whole room aback, including Jack and David, as one of the pubgoers missed a shot with his dart before he glared angrily at Terry, who quickly realized her mistake as he spoke.

"You... made me miss."

"I'm... I'm, uh, sorry."

"I've never missed that board before."

As Terry sensed the hostility around her, Terry tried to explain herself as she retracted her nails.

"Again, I'm sorry. It's just... I haven't eaten in two days. So..."

"There's no food here."

With that, lightning struck outside as thunder rolled in kiss as Terry's presence regardless made the bartender curious about her as David spoke to Jack.

"Uh, Jack, we better go."

"Are you kidding? I'm starved."

"You heard him. There's no food. Shall we go?"

"Apparently so."

With that, Terry felt as though she wasn't to have any luck as she began to walk out before the bartender spoke out to her manager.

"You can't let them go."

This made the trio curious as Terry spoke before David.

"What do you mean?"

"It's probably because we haven't paid. How much do we owe you?"

"Nothing lads. Go. And God be with you."

As they received this answer, Terry sighed at this and continued on, further worrying her as they spoke.

"Right. Thank you."

"Wait! You just can't let them go!"

One of the pubgoers spoke up in interruption before speaking to Terry.

"You. You're staying here. You two, go. Stay on the road. Keep clear of the moors."

With that, Jack and David got their packs as they zipped their jackets before the latter spoke before another pubgoer spoke.

"Thanks."

"Beware the moon, lads."

With that, the two headed outside of the pub as Terry turned her attention to the bartender as the latter spoke.

"You said you haven't eaten?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Come sit. I'll prepare you something."

With that, Terry walked closer to her before the pubgoers looked over to her before the one who told the joke earlier spoke to her.

"You know, I'm surprised. You didn't even think to ask about that pentangle in the wall."

"I, uh, didn't want to be... insensitive."

Considering her outburst from earlier, they didn't believe her and simply laughed about it as Terry noticed the bartender arriving with pork roast.

"Yeah, right."

"Here you go. Pork Roast. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh. Not at all. Thank you."

As Terry began to feast on the food, her hunger diminished while her mind became more focused as her stomach was full of the much-needed meal. With her mind able to think clearly, Terry spoke to the bartender to ask a few questions.

"Uh, excuse me, miss, uh..."

"You can call me Gladys. It's more than alright."

"Right, uh, Gladys. Earlier, I was told there's no food here, but... I just had some. What's going on?"

"Well... there's a reason we have the pentangle on the wall."

"To keep out evil beasts, right?"

"Yes, but do you know what beast we're trying to keep out?"

As Terry became interested in the conversation, she heard a chess player speak to her as she turned over to him.

"It's a Werewolf. As if our own wasn't bad enough, one had to show up on the telly and get shot. Got us by our wits, it did. So, we had to... fortify our place, so to speak."

"So, you have a Werewolf out there?"

"Yes, ma'am. On the moors."

"But... you just sent them towards it."

"We told them to stay on the road and keep clear of the moors. Whether or not they take the advice is up to them lads."

As Terry grew anxious, Gladys grew just as much frightened as she spoke to him before the dart player concurred with her towards the chess player.

"You can't let them go."

"Should the world know our business?"

"It's murder, then!"

"Then murder it is! It's in God's hands now."

As Terry heard this, she knew that she'd found the one who didn't go to the Colony. And this made her very determined to find him no matter what it took. And besides, if the boys did go astray, she'd have to be there for them. Although, there's still one thing to be certain about.

"Does the name George Waggner mean anything to you?"

As the pubgoers heard it, they looked to her in surprise as Gladys spoke.

"Why? Do you work for him?"

"Not really. Just thought I should pay one of his patients a visit."

With that, Terry got up from the table before turning to Gladys and speaking.

"Thanks for the food."

"You're not going to the moors, are you?"

"I have to. Can't say I like it, but I have to."

As the room fell silent again, the chess player spoke to her again, knowing neither one of them would change her mind.

"Then God speed you well."

As Terry nodded sat his gesture, she walked out of the door before she ran to the street in front of her, feeling the rush of adrenaline surging through her body so suddenly. Once she got far enough, Terry felt the downpour of rain coming on her, but she couldn't care less. All that mattered to her was finding the one help she has in defeating Marsha for good.

Inside, Gladys could tell that a downpour was coming. And because she knew nothing of her condition, Gladys could only hope for her safety and the boys'.

"Perhaps they'll be safe in the rain."

"No one brought them here. No one wanted them here."

"You could've told them."

Then, the dart player spoke in offense to that.

"Are you daft? What do you think they'd say? They'd think us mad like the others."

At that moment, they heard a faint howling from afar as she spoke before the chess player and the dart player.

"Listen. Do you hear it? We must go to them!"

"I heard nothing."

"Nor I."

Outside, Terry heard the howling from far away and tried to howl back as a signal to pinpoint it and locate the Werewolf. As the wolf growled back in reply, Terry saw it as her cue to follow the sound and ran quickly to it as the moon shone on her. When she'd caught up to the beast, however, Terry noticed it eyeing Jack and David as she realized the conundrum.

"Oh, crap."

As the wolf eyed Jack and David running away moments before the latter tripped up, it darted toward them, making Terry worried as she spoke.

"No!"

As Terry ran to the beast, she was only within a couple of feet's reach of the beast before it sprung suddenly on Jack. As the beast began to claw and maul on Jack, his scream mingled with the wolf's snarls as he panicked while David retreated.

"David! Please help me! Please!"

Unfortunately, David was nowhere to be found as he was running for a moment. Before the beast could further mutilate Jack, Terry acted on her instinct as she lunged on the Beast, the force of her speed and power forcing it off of him as Jack practically hyperventilated while the beast began to attempt to attack Terry as she struggled to hold its claws at bay while her nails began to grow out as fur came on her arms while her teeth extended into fangs. As this happened, David had finally worked up the courage to go back and help his friend. Just in time, too, for when he helped Jack up, he took notice of what he was seeing, too, and became all the more shocked as the wolf had gotten nary a scratch on her. However, that wasn't for long as the beast managed to sink its teeth into her arm, making her yell out before she used her legs to push it aside and looked at the wound on her arm. After that, Terry spoke with the beast in an attempt to reason with it as Jack and David looked on in surprise.

"Listen. Do you know Dr. Waggner?"

As the wolf snarled at her, Terry spoke again.

"He's been betrayed. Marsha attacked him."

Upon hearing this, the wolf became utterly dumbfounded before she spoke onward.

"He told me you didn't go to the Colony. I understand you have your reservations, but I need your help. Please..."

For a while, there was silence before the wolf lunged towards her, only for David to shove her back and take the hit for her as it scratched his cheek before gunshots began to occur far away before it hit the wolf, making it squeal before dropping to the grass of the moors as he transformed back into a human. As this happened, Jack and David dropped down from exhaustion as Terry turned to notice them while she took into account their disbelief as they saw her nails and fangs.

"I guess an explanation is probably long overdue."