Full Moon Knights

Chapter 7: Training Days; the White Winged Devil pt.1

A Week Later

Everett Harbor

Late at Night

The darkened but starry night shined on the cold waters of Everett's bay area leading to the Pacific Ocean. The waters were calm and gently strolling on. The sounds that could be heard were the bells of the buoys that marked the pathway to the designated path area leading to shores. The sounds that also were present were the seals howling out to one another on shore bay areas, especially near the Naval Base. In truth, the night went by evermore.

Until a deep thickened fog bellowed on through the waters, blanketing them. It was rather odd, since it had just appeared out of nowhere and such. Then, as if things were becoming creepier than before… a rusty cruise ship vessel called the Antonia Graza was plowing through the waters… as well as any buoy that was in its way. The ship was moving erratically, almost as if there was no driver aboard the vessel. It was heading its way to shore near an old refinery port station near the city. And it wasn't slowing down at all.

Meanwhile, near the port, a cranky African American port worker for the plant was going on about War of the Showgirls, "Dagnabbit! What dem girls even thinkin'? somethin' a playboy might have made out of silk! The answer was clearly bed sheets! Not edible panties! Seriously, what nutjob eats silk?! Stupid hooker showgirls."

It was then that the man stopped, noticing the encroaching fog bank that was entering in to the port. He looked at his feet, and blinked, "What the…? Where'd this pea soup come from?" but then he saw the ship heading out of the fog… towards his direction, as he freaked out, running away, screaming, "WHERE'D THAT COME FROM?!"

The ship crashed into the side of the port, breaking through the concrete, as it slowed to a stop, nearly toppling over, and nearly pinning the port worker between him and a metal train crate car. Once it slowly stopped at nearly inches from his chest, the port worker sighed, as he pulled away from the scene. He looked at the ship, examining it, as he took into detail of it. The ship was old… like Civil War old. Rust was covering most of the metal, along with seaweed and burns; almost like it had sailed through what could only be described as an ocean of fire. The ship looked like it had been through hell.

He scratched the back of his head, trying to figure out where it came from, as he looked at the name of the hull, "Antonia Graza? What is this, Mexican?"

Suddenly, a figure flew overhead, and crashed behind the man, as he freaked out, "AHHH! WHAT THE HELLL!? YOU DON'T GO DOIN' ALL SOMEM FLIPFLOP MESS LIKE THIS, PAL!"

The figure remained hidden in the shadow, even when the guy tried to pull out a gun. Suddenly, a large spider-leg like appendage shot out, knocking the gun out of his hand. The guy freaked out as he jumped back, as the limb was closely examined. It appeared to be a white and gray long spider-leg… with wing membranes and thin finger-like digits holding it together, with a sharp blade thumb like claw on the knuckle. It was a giant freakin' batwing, as it pulled back to the figure, who now walked out of the shadows.

The appendage sunk into the back of a very pale Caucasian young man of the age of twenty-seven, in appearance. He had silver slightly messy hair, long enough to cover the right side of his face; combed to the left, with a long bang framing the right side of his face and almost reaching down to his chest, with the left bangs spiking downward, with a mix of small and medium muscle build. But his most eerie feature, was the fact that he had red eyes… and fangs growing near his canines. He was dressed in white pants, black boot shoes, black gloves, but had a white overcoat with black tails and collar to it.

The dock worker was about to run, but the man suddenly appeared to him in the blink of an eye, like one of those Stone Angels from the Doctor Who show, and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and lifted him off the ground without so much as a groan. He looked up to him, and the young man interrogated, "Tell me… what is this place?"

The struggling dock worker, who was trying to wretch his way out of this man's grasp, managed to wheeze out, "Everett. Everett, Washington state. Near the Pacific…."

"I know what ocean I crossed," he said, as he sighed, but then asked, "But if I were to step on your head with enough force… would you die?"

The man pissed his overalls, as he gulped in fear, "Y-Yeah…"

The white-haired man just let him drop back down, as he combed his hair back with his hand, and groaned "Great. Humans. Why the hell would he even bother to associate with them?" he then turned around, as he shouted out ot the skies, "IS THIS WHAT YOU LEFT OUR PEOPLE FOR?! IS THIS WHY YOU LEFT ME, YOUR FRIEND: ALARIC DRAGONOV, ALCUARD?!"

The dock worker looked at the man in confusion, as he asked, "Who?"

Alaric turned to the man, and simply answered, "Alaric Dragonov. Supreme Commander of the Roman Empire's city of Athens! As well as the White King of the Vampire Coven!" The dock worker looked even more confused, as he arched an eyebrow. Alaric sighed, but kept his composure, as he stated, "The White Devil. The Hellbeast." The man still looked clueless, until Alaric went on, "Master of Pain. Bloodbender of the Undead. You may know me as the Fiend of Carnage. Uh… Taker of Souls?"

The man still looked as clueless as ever, shaking his head slowly. Alaric looked exasperated at this, until he sighed, and shrugged giving up, "Okay, I used to work with Dracula?"

"Oh, that. You a vampire fledging then, huh," the man went, which irked Alaric for being called a fledgling, as he went on, "For a minute there, I didn't know what the hell you talkin' about. I'm guessin' you must be here for the werewolves or something…"

"ENOUGH! SILENCE, HUMAN!" Alaric shouted, making the human stop. But then grew a little interested, as he asked, "Wait. Werewolves?"

The man nodded, "Yeah. Some crazy werewolf vigilantes are runnin' around town, savin' it from some supervillains that pop up from time to time. The chief of police got some kind of Zero Tolerance Act on going after all freaks and monsters."

Alaric sighed, as he shrugged, "Typical. Same scared humans with their bigotry against stuff they don't understand or envy." He then looked to the dock worker, as he asked, "You know that's the reason I could never stomach my former kind ever again. I'm with a more new… purer kind."

He then whistled high, until something answered it. Jumping out of the downed ship, two figures landed between the old man, in black trench coats, wearing ninja-like pants, boots, and black gloves, but wore hoods to cover their heads. Alaric then signaled to them, "Take some Strigori with you. Find out these werewolves, and flush them out. Kill if you have to."

The figures nodded, as they ran past the two, and into the darkness. Alaric turned his back on the old man, as he spoke to himself, "By the time I'm done with them… you'll get the point that nobody can leave the war, Alucard."

Suddenly, two fifteen foot bat-like devil wings shot out of his back, as he was propelled into the air, laughing aloud, as his white silhouette disappeared in the night sky.

The dock worker, having witnessed the whole scene, merely fainted on the ground, as he groaned, "Man, I should have stayed in Metropolis. Aliens or no."

Talbot Hall

Underground

Training Room

It had already been a week since Harley had learned the truth as well as transformed into her lupine form. For that, they had to teach her to focus her abilities as well as her transformations. For that, they showed her the Den, which Jean had stated it was called the Wolf Cave. It was also where she was introduced to Humphry Dumpler aka Humpty Dumpty: the techy brains of the Circus Freaks, as well as the Q of Alpha and Scope's gadgets. He was also the one responsible for the training room… to which Harley and Jean were preparing to go into.

At the moment, the two were changing… or rather undressing, as Harley pulled off her shirt, and was undoing her bra. She looked behind her, as she saw Jean putting her shoes aside, and taking her pantyhose off, as Harley smirked, feeling proud, "I hope you're ready Jeannie, because after all the time I spent in Gotham, this course will be a breeze for me."

Jean undid her skirt, as it slid down, and she picked it up, shaking her head, "Oh I'm ready Harley, whenever you are."

"Great and don't think I'm gonna underestimate ya," Harley replied, as she kicked her shoes off, and began to undo her pants and panties. "After seeing how Peter improved from his werewolf abilities, I'm won't be caught off guard this time, and I'll be able to keep up unlike my jog before."

"Good to know," Jean said, as she slipped off her shirt, and began to undo her bra.

As Harley was finishing undressing by undoing her hair and letting it flow down, she arched an eyebrow to Jean using her peripheral vision without looking at the almost naked Jean, 'Yeesh. What's with Jean? She seems so calm like she knows she's going to win no matter what.' She then scrunched her face in serious thought, as she tried to figure it out. 'I get she probably knows all the twists and turns in the course, but she must know I'm used to things like that from running from the law. Could she know some super crazy short cut through all the traps?'

She then turned around, as she and Jean were completely in the nude, with Jean blushing a little. Harley figured that Jean was still as bashful as ever; she never could get her to go with her to the pool… even in a one-piece. Harley had covered her chest and crossed her legs, even though she was a bit more comfortable with being in the nude, considering her Harley Quinn outfit left little to the imagination… considering she didn't wear underwear underneath.

Harley sighed, as she asked, "So what now? Do we change here?"

Jean nodded, "Pretty much. It's better than just going outside in the forest to change on a run."

"Right-a-rooney then," Harley nodded, as she turned around and uncovered herself.

From what Peter and Jean had taught her, she could transform outside the Full Moon's influence through sheer will or emotional encouragement. They said the easiest way was remembering the Full Moon and what it felt like that night. And for Harley, it was sheer easiness. Harley shut her eyes, picturing the Full Moon, as she tilted her head slightly.

Suddenly, her whole body tensed up. Veins bulged beneath her skin, as she flexed her hands, alternately splaying and curling her fingers. Then came the disconcerting crack, as her fingers twitched and then abruptly flexed, as her fingers formed human paw-like appendages tipped with black claws. Then came another surge of growth as her body began to grow red, black, and white fur all over her arms, legs, stomach, back, feet, breasts, and face, completely covering her nude body. Her hair changed from blonde to black and red, and her feet stretched out, as she stumbled a bit while that happened.

The same thing happened to Jean, as her feet stretched out, her fingers grew black claws, and her body arched a little, as white and aqua-blue fur grew all over her, covering her petit nude body. The bodies of the two girls bulged a little underneath, as their muscles warbled a little, strengthening themselves, as well as each slipping a furry tail between their buttocks. Their heads relatively untouched by the transformation, but suddenly both took shape, becoming broader, longer jawed lupines. Both their noses darkened and grew out their faces, becoming broader but still retained their female shapes, while sharp fangs appeared along their lips, forming small muzzles and sharp white teeth. Wolf ears replaced their human ears finally, as the two howled as their transformations were complete.

Harley shook a little, as she gently combed her hair/mane back, looking down at herself with her lupine yellow eyes. Unlike the first night, Harley was actually becoming accustomed with the new, but sexy, body of hers. She sweat dropped, as she thought aloud, "Jeez, I hope I don't get addicted to myself in some way. That'd be weird in more ways than one." She turned around to see Jean, and ask, "Hey, Jeannie. You doin' al…?"

But she stopped, as she saw Jean in her werewolf body. Her body was still as slender as she was a human, but her lycan features made her look lovely. She had the same color blue fur as was her hair, but how it was on her shoulders, black, outer thighs going down to her paw toes and feet, and had two blue armband patterns on her wrist. Her underbelly from face to inner thighs, forearms, hands and under her feet were all white. Her eyes were azure blue as well, along with her wolf ears innocently sticking up.

Jean looked at the awe stare that Harley was giving her, and instinctively yelped, as she covered herself, "Um, Harley? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Harley was quietly staring at her… until she excitedly squealed in delight, as she pounced at her and hugged Jean like she was a little doll, "Oh my gosh, we're both werewolves now. I always wanted a little sister like figure! And your werewolf form is just sooo cute! I just wanna take you in my room every night and cuddle with you like a little stuffed animal; you're adorably cute!"

"I'm glad you're excited but for now I'm more of an older sister when I'm helping Peter teach you about your new abilities and life style," Jean wheezed out, while being squished between Harley's newfound strength, as well as her boobs, "Harley... can't... breath."

Boys Locker Room

In the boy's locker room, Mikey was getting ready along with another male in the room. A teenage boy in point of fact. He was of sixteen years of age, Caucasian and a lean physique. He had brown short hair combed to the right, and brown eyes. He was currently undressing out of a light blue, short-sleeved shirt with dark blue sleeves, light brown pants, white socks, and grey trainers, as well as under armor. He was Joey Sizemore, the little brother of Thomas Sizemore, as well as the twin sibling of his sister, Sakura Sizemore.

At the moment, as he was slipping out of his shirt, he was asking the transformed Mikey the big question, "Hey, this new wolf girl, Harley, right?"

Mikey stretched his arms over his head, as he asked, "Yeah? What about Harley?"

He undid his pants, as he asked, "Is she hot?"

Mikey sighed, knowing full well this kid was a bigger hornball than he was, "Guess you'll have to find that out yourself."

At that moment, the door to the locker room knocked, as someone stepped in. She was an American girl with a petite and slender figure, had long brown hair usually pulled up into a ponytail with layers that framed her face and light blue eyes. She was wearing light brown cargo khaki pants with a brown belt, dark red sandals, and a pink long sleeved sweater over a creamy-colored undershirt. She was Sakura Sizemore, the little sister of Tom Sizemore, as well as Joey's twin sibling.

And at the moment, she didn't look all that happy, "I don't understand why you want to go at all."

"I'm mostly in it to see how the new girl handles herself on Peter's track. That and I need a good workout after being on that boat for so long," Joey explained, and then smirked, as he cupped his chin. "That, and I'm hopin' my moves impress Peter enough to get me on the team." And then smirked perversely, as he commented, "That, and I heard this Harley Quinzel is hot."

Sakura grumbled, as she sourly looked at them both, "I meant turning into that... thing."

Joey merely shrugged, as he gently argued, "I'd rather run the course as a werewolf in order to avoid the traps than as a human and get clobbered by the traps."

Sakura, on the other hand, groaned, as she face-palmed herself in annoyance, "Why did we have to be born like this? Why couldn't we be normal and not these... freaks?!"

"Well that's..." Joey was about to make a joke out of it, but stopped when he saw she was in a lot of emotional pain over this. "Everybody is different, Sis. Some learn, look, and act differently, but it doesn't mean they are freaks."

"But at least they're still human!" she shouted, as she looked at her hands. "We're... something else entirely! We're cursed."

"Sis-"

"Joey, Mikey," Jean called out from outside the door. "Are you ready to train yet?"

"Uh Yeah, just a sec," Joey quickly answered, as he turned back to Sakura. "Sakura, I have to go. We'll talk some more, but first, think about this." He and Mikey went for the door, but he stopped, as he looked to her, and asked, "If we're so cursed, than why do we finally have a real home?" and then left with Mikey to go with Jean.

Sakura sighed, as she hugged herself, looking like she was defeated but still defiant in believing she was a monster, as her thoughts questioned what she couldn't ask Joey. 'Whether we're back at the circus or here, I'm still cursed to be like this.'

Outside the Forest

Near Talbot Hall

Harley, Mikey, and Jean were in their werewolf forms waiting for Peter to arrive for training. Harley was looking into the forest with a face of nostalgia. "Ahhhh Talbot Forest. I remember playing game with you and Petey all the time. Then we'd get lost for an hour and find our way again," she laughed at the memory of it as she turned to Jean. "I remember you would get so scared until we found our way home."

Jean arched an eyebrow at that, as she commented, "Funny. Because I remember, you were just as scared the first time it happened, to the point of you jumping out of your socks at the sound of a bush wrestling to only be a squirrel."

Harley gained a smile, as she was all nostalgic, "Yeah, good times. Far better than some days in Gotham. Like that time I tried to escape Arkham to get back at the Joker for replacing me when he got rich."

Jean looked surprised on that, as she asked, "What happened?"

Harley shrugged, as she smirked, "Oh I tried to escape down the laundry shout and ended up in a washing machine for a half hour."

Jean went wide eye at that, "While it was running?!"

"Yeah," Harley confessed, as she stuck her tongue out at the memory of it. "I couldn't get the taste of laundry soap out of my mouth for over a week after that."

"I know what you mean," Jean grumbled, as she looked towards the forest. "When Peter had Humphrey add traps to the forest, he had one set up that shoots a ball that explodes into glue, leaving the target stuck in place until it wears off. I was stuck once during training and some of it landed on my tongue." She immediately shuddered from the memory of it. "It's non-toxic but it tasted horrible. Like someone mixing Coke and grape juice together."

Harley was about to ask how she ended up tasting pop and juice together when three more wolves popped up, hearing everything, as he smirked, "Oh yeah, I remember that prank. Man the face that she and Mikey made when they drank it was priceless!"

Mikey responded sarcastically, "Oh yeah, what a lovely taste that was." He then looked over to Harley, as he looked at her fur coat and body. When Peter had described her lycan look, he didn't believe it at first, but looking at her now. He just whistled, "Whoa, Harley. Lookin' good in black, white, and red there."

Harley, feeling flattered on that, politely waved off, cupping her cheek, and smiling, "Oh, stop it. I'm blushing here."

"So then," Mikey clapped and rubbed his hands together. "Ready for some training."

"You know it, Mikey," she smirked, as she stretched her arms out, but then looked towards the other two unsure who they are. "So who are..."

Right behind him were two new werewolves. One was a heavily muscled male werewolf with blue fur on his hair, face, shoulders, forearms and back hands, as well as from down his legs to his ankles, and tail, and the rest of him was white fur all over, with yellow eyes. The other one was a young teenage male werewolf with a small muscle build, covered in brown fur, with gray underbelly; the design of his fur matched the blue and white one, except for having messy hair instead of combed back, and had yellow eyes as well.

"Oh right. Introductions," Mikey said, as he pointed to Tom. "Harley, this is Tom, he's Madame Macabre's son. AKA Blizzard. He's been away at work for a long while, but got back yesterday." He then pointed to the younger werewolf. "This is Joey, his younger brother. He and his sister went with Tom on his fishing trip with him." He then looked to both of them while pointing to Harley. "Guys, this is Harley, the new tenant and wolf in Talbot Hall."

"Yeah, we met yesterday," Tom stated, as he crossed his arms, and smirked in a teasing manner. "You're the girl that Peter wishes was his girlfriend."

Harley, blushed at that girlfriend comment, but thanks to her fur, it was well-hidden, as she chuckled, "Oh yeah, I remember you from yesterday." She then returned to normal, as she looked to Joey, "Also great to meet ya."

Joey walked up to her, and smiled, taking her hand into his, as he commented in sweet talking her, "Same here my lovely maiden whose scent is fresher than the morning breeze of a spring morning."

Tom, Jean, and Mikey all sighed, as they thought the same thing, 'Yeesh, we need to get this guy a girlfriend.'

Harley, who was unamused by this, smirked, 'Another flirt, eh? Well he's better than the others in Gotham.' She then had a fake charmed look on her face. "That's very charming of ya, Joey." She then went back to normal and looked around for Peter. "So all we're waiting for is Petey?"

"The wait is over," Peter said, as he arrived before the others. "Sorry I'm late."

Harley waved it off, as she assured him, "No prob, we were all just getting to know each other." But then she stopped, and noticed Peter's body in wolf form. 'Wow! He's human body looked great when I had him on the bed, but now... It's like Superman's body only the stomach is thinner and he doesn't feel the need to wear his underwear outside his costume.'

Tom, deciding to tease him more, crossed his arms, and smirked at the Alpha wolf, "I thought for sure you'd still be in bed based on what I heard from last night and this morning. Your would-be girlfriend seems to be giving you a real run for your money in town and in bed."

This led to Peter blushing from the memory of the morning's events. But Harley snapped at Tom, but was blushing as well, "Is nothing private in the hall?!"

Mikey, mockingly thought for a moment, as he answered, "With all that was happening in the last few days, no sorry."

"We were all worried about you so you were the main talk the last few days," Jean confessed.

"Especially with all the reminders we were giving to Peter to tell you," Mikey pointed out, which caused Peter to flinch out. "Man, did he have a procrastination problem when it came to this whole thing."

Harley looked in Peter's direction, as she tried not to smile, but had a difficult time holding back, as she commented, "That's what I said to him last night."

Peter, feeling cornered around all this, had to start the training right now before something else happened, 'I have to get training started before we all end up talking until noon.' Deciding to act, he cleared his throat, as he spoke out, "Okay. How about we start the training session?"

They all nodded, but then Harley noticed something, as she asked, "Say ain't we one head short? Shouldn't there be seven of us?"

Tom coldly answered, while looking away, "Sakura doesn't train with us."

Harley looked confused by this, as she looked at Peter who seemed to know what was going on. 'Why do I get the feeling she's in some kind of trouble with her brother?'

Sensing the tension waving off of Tom, Peter immediately started the training, "So how about something simple and quick before breakfast? Anyone have any suggestions?"

"I'd prefer combat practice," Tom answered, while cracking his knuckles. Everyone nearly scooted over to Peter at the thought of this guy smashing their legs. But then he shrugged, as he relaxed, stating, "But I'll do anything after being at work at sea for two weeks straight."

"Same here," Mikey raised his hand.

"Sounds good to me," Harley jumped up and down, but stopped, as she smirked, rubbing her hands together in anticipation. "Oooh! How about a game of reverse tag? Where all of us chase after it rather than it chasing us?"

Everyone thought about it for a moment, as Mikey agreed, "Sounds like a good idea for honing our skills in searching when we have to look for a target in a wide area."

Jean nodded in agreement, and then gained a relieved expression, as she placed her hand on her chest, sighing, 'That's a relief. After seeing how strong Harley was back at the roller rink, I'd hate to fight her now.'

"We're all agreed then," Peter said, as he clasped his hands together. No one said anything, meaning that they had no objections. "Okay. Then all we have to do is decide-"

"NOT IT!" everyone protested.

Peter had a neutral expression before it became one of defeat, "Damn it. Okay, I'll be it again."

Harley snickered, as she looked to him, "Just like we were kids. You always somehow ended up being it the first round."

Mikey concluded, "It's settled than."

But then Harley smirked and laughed in a creepy way, inching her way to Peter, "Neheheheheh… you better start running, Petey…"

Peter, seeing all their eager faces following Harley, he slowly stepped back, and then bolted as fast as he could on all fours. Harley stood up straight, turning back slightly to her normal personality, as she declared, "The Hunt is on…"

Five Minutes Later

After Peter had run and entered the forest to hide from them, they all entered the forest themselves to hunt Peter down for the training. With Tom and Joey in the front, Jean and Mikey were in the center, and Harley was slightly behind them. As the others focused on looking for Peter, Harley looked around the forest with her new senses. Everything was so new to her, even though it was the forest she used to play in with Jean and Peter when she still lived in Everett. The new smells from the forest along with how well she can see the forest despite the sun not being fully up yet. It was an incredible feeling but also overwhelming, like when she first put on her Harley Quinn costume, or when she first transformed and went all parkour out on the roofs that first full moon.

"It's a lot to take in, isn't it?"

Harley snapped back into reality to look at Mikey, who had moved back to see her with Jean. "Whaddup," Harley asked.

"All of your senses heightened to the point where everything is overwhelming, you hear every word spoken in a huge crowd, every smell in it, and you're trying to process everything to the point where you just want it to stop," Mikey explained, as he smirked. "I went through that when Peter turned me and I felt like my brain wanted to explode."

Harley shrugged, as she replied, "After spending so much time with the Joker, this ain't nothing." But then she had to ask, as she inquired, What about Jean and Peter?"

"I was born with my werewolf senses already awaken," Jean answered. "To me, it's normal. Peter's didn't awaken until the wolf attack years ago. It took him a while but he soon became accustomed to them."

Before Harley could ask anymore questions, Tom spoke up, "I'm going on a head before you three keep giving away our position." He then ran off to find Peter alone as he was tired of their talking and was restless after being stuck on a boat for so long.

"I'm with him on that," Joey stated, but stopped to look at Harley and Jean. "Fear not ladies, I shall handle the dirty work." And then went off in a different direction.

Harley, with an annoyed expression, looked to the two, and asked, "Jeez. What's his problem?"

"Tom's always like that after two weeks of being out at sea," Jean answered. "He's just restless that's all."

Mikey shook his head, "That's nothing. You should see him when he gets back from trips when the full moon was out." But then seriously pointed out, "He does have a point though, Peter can probably hear us talking. So we may have to-"

Harley stopped in her tracks, getting in to Mikey's face, as she stated, "Don't say split up! Haven't you seen horror films?! As soon as the group splits up, the monster starts picking them off one by one!"

"She has a point there," Jean pointed out. "Peter and I know this forest like the back of our hands. Know him, he'll try to split us up so that he can lead us to one of Humphrey's -"

Suddenly, Mikey fell through a hole in the ground covered by grass and leaves, as he cried out, "TRAAAAPS!" Harley and Jean looked down the hole in surprise to see Mikey picking himself up… before metal bars slide out keeping him from getting out. "Well I'm out."

Harley hopped down, as she grabbed the bars, smirking, "Oh come on. One quick pull and you'll be-" and then began pulling at them… only to find that despite her new strength, she only managed to bend them, as she blinked, "What the hell?!"

"Peter asked Humphrey to install the traps for training and to keep unwanted guests, human or otherwise from causing harm to the hall and the animals living here," Jean explained.

Harley arched an eyebrow, as she looked at the azure-colored werewolf, "Seems a little overboard if you ask me."

"He's been like that ever since he got back from his travels," Jean stated, but then came into thought on something. "Almost as if he's preparing for something." But then shrugged, as she stated, "Anyway, Mikey can't get out until Peter or Humphrey to let him out."

"You two go on a head and find him," Mikey said, as he sat down. "Before I go mad with boredom, that and I'm starting to get hungry."

"You could always eat your arm to hold you over," she jokingly suggested, until she got shocked stares from Mikey and Jean. "Yeah that sounded better in my head," she sheepishly admitted, as she got back up. "Hang in there, Mikey. We'll catch Peter faster than Riddler can complete a crossword." She and Jean then ran off to find Peter.

As they were long gone, Mikey looked up at the bars, as he admitted out loud, "Whoa. She actually bent them. I'd hate to be on the receiving end of her wrath." But then thought about something, "Wait a minute. Delta's are never that strong enough to bend steel like that. Yank them off with the door yes. But to bend them like that…" He then looked back up, as he thought, "What happened to Harley to get that kind of boost before she turned?"

Meanwhile

Joey, who lost track of Tom, was trying to pick up his and Peter's scents. "Great. Who knows where Tom is now and it's going to take me forever to find the guy who practically made this obstacle course."

Then Joey heard a whistle to the left of him which caught his attention. He turned to see Peter leaning with one hand by a tree with a smile on his face, as he asked, "Looking for me?"

"Well, that was easy," Joey told himself. He then jumped at him ready to end the game. "Man Peter, either you're losing your touch or-"

Peter stepped aside for an automatic gun with camouflage cover on it to rise up. It then shot a medium sized capsule at them. The capsule hit Joey causing him to be sent back into a tree, and the capsule exploded with white slime that stuck him to the tree. He struggled to get loose but was unable to. "Damn it," he cursed, as he looked to Peter. "Please, don't tell me I'm going to have to shave my fur to get this stuff off!"

The alpha male werewolf walked over, as he assured him, but kept distance, "Don't worry, Joey, its bio degradable. After an hour or so you'll be free." But he turned to his side, smirking, "Of course, this is the first time it's been used so it might take longer. I'll come back after the game is over." And then ran off, leaving Joey behind.

"Peter! Come on man," Joey pleaded. "If this is about that time I replaced your shampoo with honey than-" but saw that Peter was away now as his head fell down in defeat.

Elsewhere

Jean and Harley continued making their way through the forest looking for Peter. But then something crossed Harley's mind on Peter's skills in this. She knew he was good at running and hiding, back then when they were both bullied, but never this good. It was almost all ninja-style… to which Harley would drool over, since she thought ninjas were awesome. And sexy.

She looked over to Jean, as they ran on all fours, as she stated her questioned curiosity, "I don't remember Peter being as good at hiding as Batman is."

"Just another set of skills he brought back with him after his training," Jean quickly answered.

Harley then thought about it, and asked, "He didn't by chance mention what sort of training that was did he?"

Jean shook her head, as she stated, "Nope. Just that it was somewhere in Asia and that he made two friends while training- Wait!"

Immediately, they both stopped, hopping up back on their two legs, as they stood still.

Unfortunately for a few minutes, Harley had trouble staying quiet for long, as she whispered, "What is it? I don't hear or see anything."

Jean became very serious, as she whispered, "This is where it happened: where I was blasted by the glue gun." The two looked around for anything that could trigger it.

Harley looked at Jean, as she still searched, "How do you know it's the same place?"

"There are the same flowers that I stared at for an hour waiting for the glue to wear off," Jean answered, as she continued to look around, but then pointed to a group of blue flowers that were blooming by a bush. "They only bloom at night and that's the only batch I've discovered in the forest."

The former clown-girl gained an annoyed look, as she walked over to a tree. "Oh come on, Jeanie. Those could be a new batch. Besides what ya think that the gun is still here?" she asked, just as she was about to lean on it, when she tripped on a root sticking out of the ground and fell face first into the dirt. "That's one thing I didn't miss about the forest: the roots sticking out of the ground," She said, as she picked herself up.

Suddenly a metal whirring was heard by the girl as the root was revealed to be artificial and that it activated another gun covered with camouflage aimed at the girls.

Jean and Harley looked in shock at the device, and Harley squeaked out a nervous laugh, "Okay, that's my bad, sorry."

It started shooting more capsules at them. Harley got up and made a break for behind the tree, while Jean jumped out of the way. Harley heard splatting all over the tree she was behind. During it, she heard Jean's cry in shock and gained a nervous look on her face. 'Ooooh, she's gonna be ticked at me for this. Not that I've seen her ticked off since coming back to Everett.'

Finally, the splatting sound stopped as Harley slowly poked her head out to see the gun was out. She slowly walked out on her guard to see that the gun fired paint balls rather than glue due to the tree she was hiding behind being covered with different colors of splattered paint. It looked like an abstract piece of art.

"Hey Jeanie, turns out it was just paint," Harley assured the missing azure werewolf. "No glue this-" but she stopped, as she turned to see Jean dangling upside down with her leg caught in a rope trap, and she did not look pleased at all by it. Harley looked surprised as she nervously laughed, "Sorry about that, but it's not so bad being upside down. I used to ready upside down all the time back in Arkham. After a while, ya get used to all the blood in your head."

Jean still looked unamused by it, but sighed, "It's fine, Harley. Just please find Peter to end the game. This trap won't let me go until the game is over."

Harley nodded, "Right, don't worry Jean. I'll find and tag Peter faster than the Mad Hatter can set up a tea party." And then went off to find Peter.

Jean sighed, as she crossed her arms, looking up… or down in this case, "Well it's better than having glue in my mouth again."

Later On

Deep in the Forest

Peter made his way through knowing that the only two left were Harley and Tom who were still unaccounted for. He continued to walk through the path keeping his senses out for Harley and soon found himself near the middle of it and stopped.

'Okay Peter, think," he thought to himself, awaiting for the most unpredictable person he ever knew. 'Harley may be a werewolf, but she's still learning. Stop thinking what the werewolf Harley would do, and think how to find the human one.' Suddenly, the solution came to him from his childhood memories shown by his expression brightening.

Unknown to him, Harley wa actually hiding in the bushes to the left of him trying her best to avoid being tagged by him. She saw through a hole in the bush without revealing herself to Peter. 'Just keep calm, Harley. It doesn't look like he's on to me. The moment he moves with his back turn, make a jump at him,' she thought to herself. But she bit at her nails, as she looked like she was holding it in for too long, 'I just don't know how long I can keep quiet!'

He then got her attention, in an acting way, as he called out, "Oh where could Harley be? I'll never find her like this." He then heard rustling in the bush making him know she was there.

Harley suddenly gained a happy look on her face against her will as she covered her mouth with her hands. 'Oh no! He knows saying that makes me laugh!' She struggled more and more until she giggled a little bit. 'Crap! Maybe he didn't hear that!' She slowly looked up to see Peter had turned his head to where she was with a smug smile. Harley looked with a dead panned look on her face, 'He heard me. Damn it!' She then made a determined expression. 'It's now or never, Harl!'

Peter turned back around to head out, and smirked, 'That should help her see that I'm on to her.' He then ran down the path with Harley following after him from the side. After a few minutes of running, he called out to her, "Ready to call it quits, Harley?"

Harley was still running near him to catch him, as she called out, "Are you kidding?! I can keep this up all- AAAAAAAAHHH!" She suddenly yelled in pain, as she fell over and rolled on the ground.

Peter stopped, as he heard her, and turned around, "Harley?!" He then ran back over to where she fell. 'What happened? Could something be wrong with her werewolf transformation?' He knelt down to see her. "What's wrong, Harley," he asked with concern in his voice and in his expression.

Harley had an in-pain expression on her face, as she held her right ankle. "I'm not sure. One minute I'm fine and the next minute my ankle hurts. It might have been that silver bullet from the gun a while before I found you. It felt fine before though so I ignored it."

Clearly worried about her, gently held her ankle, "Here let me take a look at that." She allowed him so, as he carefully held it in her hands, to which she blushed a little for him gently feeling it all around. However, Harley's ankle looked fine. 'It looks like her ankle as already healed. Maybe the bullet is still inside her ankle. That would-' Suddenly, Peter thought of something as it was shown by his change of expressions, as he spoke up, "Hey, wait a minute... There are no silver bullets in the training- AAARRGH!"

He was suddenly jumped on by Harley, who had a happy and proud expression on her face, "Fooled ya didn't I? That had to be my best performance yet. Mind you it was it was my first one as well."

The struggle continued as Peter tried to get Harley off until she was now on top of Peter, pinning him down with her sitting on his pelvis, her arms pilled to his shoulders, as her legs clamped down on the sides of his waist, with him pinned on the ground.

"Ha! I gotcha now, Peter," Harley smirked in pride, as she taunted. "Who's the fast one... now…" she suddenly stopped, as she noticed the position they were both in. But before she could get off, Harley started to have the same feeling she had last night when she saw Alpha on the full moon. 'Oh man. This tingly warm feeling again. Like I need it now,' but then looked down at Peter, as her cheeks blushed, taking in on how handsome he had become all these years. 'But then again... I don't want it to go away either. Plus… I don't remember Petey looking this fine though.'

She wasn't alone in the tingly feeling department, as Peter felt the same feeling she was having from last night. 'Why is it lately, I'm in these positions with her. I don't want to rush her into anything after all that's happened in Gotham.' But then blushed, as he looked up at her blushing face as well, 'Yet... it's so hard to fight off the feeling like this, even before she became a werewolf."

The two were caught in each other's scent, like the scents they were giving off caused the other to be even more attracted to the other. It was almost as if their senses were telling them to become closer in the quiet of the forest. Suddenly, they began to draw their faces closer to each other to kiss each other.

'I can't stop myself,' they both thought, feeling the same way. And just as they were an inch away from each other...

"Are you two sure you aren't dating?"

The voice made Peter and Harley stop in surprise as they suddenly separated from each other quickly, nervously and saw that the voice belonged to Tom, who had been looking for Peter.

Tom looked at them with an arched eyebrow, as he simply said, "Y'know, if I didn't know any better, it almost looked like both of you are dating behind everyone's back."

At that statement, Peter stuttered, trying to make sense of the situation, "We're weren't- That is- I- She!"

Harley was also dong the same, as she blurted out,"He didn't- We didn't- What you saw- He!"

But then Peter saw the chance, and grabbed Harley's wrist, and threw her at Tom, who the two crashed on the ground, with Harley sitting atop Tom's stomach. She looked at Peter, as she frowned, "Hey, didn't anyone ever tell ya not ta throw a…" but suddenly, one final trap hidden on the ground triggered by both their body weight sprung up, sending them both back to the forest as she screams "LADYYYYYY!".

Joey and Jean saw the whole thing, as they walked towards where Peter's scent led them. "I don't remember that one being there," Joey stated.

"Peter asked Humphry to add that one," Jean answered. "He said it was to show that one shouldn't celebrate a victory that isn't there's until they know they have it."

Joey arched an eyebrow, as he shrugged, "I don't get it."

Jean chuckled at as she replied, "Me neither at first. Come on, let's go find Harley and Tom." They then heard huge thumps, as they saw Harley running furiously, and Tom jumping in a sprint, indicating he was using strength instead of speed to catch up, seeing them both run back in annoyance. "Never mind."

Next Chapter: Training Days; the White Winged Devil pt.2