Author's notes: back again, before I start big thanks to all the people who have reviewed my story so far; thank you and keep them coming! So back to the story…I kind of left it on a cliff hanger so are you ready? Well this chapter is from Stan's point of view. So read on and enjoy…

Stan woke up at 10, new record he thought with a smile, he couldn't help feeling happy, a whole day with Wendy, and this time he wasn't shot or in hospital! He walked up to the mirror and pulled the off the bandages revealing perfectly healed skin. That was fast he thought, Wendy must have done a good job.

He threw on a pair of baggy blue jeans, black top and a grey zip up. Even though he didn't feel the cold anymore he still had to wear it so he looked normal. He jumped down the stairs and ate a large bowl of cereal; downside of a being a werewolf apart from the fact that you turn into a werewolf randomly was that he was always hungry! He looked at the table and saw a note:

Stanley,

Me and your father are going to north park to watch a musical. We wont be back till Wednesday, we need some 'alone time.' But if there are any problems call me. Be safe.

Love, mom x

Stan smiled he had the house to himself for two days but then groaned, he could have got on fine without knowing that bit of information of 'alone time' yuck. So that's why dad always takes her to musicals! He knew something about subliminal messaging, but Stan never usually listens to his dad's crazy talk.

Once demolishing the food he ran upstairs and brushed his teeth and ran his fingers through his hair, no knots, good that will do he thought as he ran downstairs, got his trainers and left his house.

He felt like he could have skipped but he didn't want to publically humiliate himself. Skipping never got along with him and every time he tried he would just trip over and look like an idiot. So he settled with speed walking, he did want to see Wendy again.

Finally he reached the house and knocked the front door. No answer. He waited and knocked again, still no answer! Maybe she can't hear me he thought so he ran round the back, not looking at his surroundings. He pulled the patio door and it slid open; odd, he walked through "Wendy, come on dude let's go!" he called, no response "Wendy?" he looked at the table and found a note. What is it with people and leaving notes! He thought and read it which confused him more. Why would she already go? And where? He said he was meeting her here.

He stepped out the patio and closed the door. Looking for anything, he spotted two sets of footprints; one was his own walking to the house and a smaller set leaving the house. He followed, what was she doing?

He thought as he walked further into the forest something shinny on the floor attracted his attention. He ran over and picked it up, shaking the snow off it. It was a phone; wait, Wendy's phone he recognised the little charm on it. He had brought it for her before. He slid the phone open and a message popped up. Must have been the last thing she was looking at with it, he noticed it was from him and looked at it. It wasn't nosey if he looked at his own message. Was? Maybe he sent the wrong information. He read it and then re-read it. I don't remember sending this? That's not even how I type! He checked his own phone and sure enough there was the same message. This is weird he thought, how could this be here, unless…

…someone else sent it? He slid the phones into his pockets and followed the steps. They were close together meaning she was walking, and then a deeper print, she waited. For me he thought, he saw other marks behind hers, larger and deeper. Someone older and heavier.

He was filled with worry and rage. What if she was hurt? I'll kill then, whoever did this! He had to concentrate. Otherwise he would miss important details he remembered uncle Jimbo's tracking advice, when they used to go hunting together when he was younger. Finally they had become useful and he thanked God he actually paid attention. But he was used to tracking wild animals not people. Oh well, time to start trying.

He followed their tracks and saw that both sets were spaced further apart from the other foot. Must be running now. Thanks to his improved sense of smell he could pick out Wendy's and followed it. The others sent was confusing; it just blended in like it was anything. Whoever it was must know something, but he was better!

He stopped when he saw Wendy's prints double back. No! He thought, never go back! Prey comes back. He saw skid marks and a discarded purple hoodie. He recognised it as Wendy's and held it. Why is this on the floor? Unless…

No he cleared his mind, her prints set off in another direction followed closely by the other. He saw tiny drops of blood and tried not to think that it was Wendy's. Don't get distracted he thought. He looked ahead and saw rope tied at the base of two trees he walked closer and saw a large imprint in snow after the rope; where a body would have laid. He took a deep breath. There were two prints next to a tree and a larger circle of blood on the floor; he took another deep breath not daring to think whose blood it was.

There was now only one set of prints, the larger ones. But now they were even deeper than before. He must be carrying Wendy. He thought, that must be good in a way he continued to think if it was really bad there would be drag marks. Well that's what he told himself as he followed then.

Soon he saw a clearing and ran up, scanning the area until he saw something slumped against a tree a few yards away. "Wendy!" he shouted frantically, she looked over eyes widened in horror. "No Stan, run it's a…" she was cut out by clapping as a dark figure walked into the clearing. "Bravo Stanley. I was beginning to think you wouldn't turn up."

…well hoped you liked it. The identity of the mysterious person will be revealed in the next chapter, honest. If you haven't already guessed. I'll update soon so please review. Peace out ;p