Author's notes: okay first of all I would like to say how hard it was to get this chapter online! I lost my memory stick! Couldn't find it for three days but I have it now so all is good XD. Now, let's keep this short and sweet, this chapter will show the identity of the person and explains everything that I think needed to be explained. If you have reviewed my previous chapter's thanks, if you haven't…PLEASE, ILL PERSONALY SAY THANK YOU :)

"Who are you?" Stan shouted. This caused the figure to laugh

"What? You don't recognise your creator? Your family?" Stan stopped and looked, so this person turned him into a monster! And he was family? Then it all clicked together, the traces, the bait. Only a hunter would know all that, and there was only one person that had taught it to him.

"Uncle Jimbo?" he asked, there was another laugh and the voice changed to a familiar tone

"That's my nephew" he laughed "the smart one of the family" he pulled down the black mast to reveal his face. "You" Stan gritted his teeth "how could you do this?"

"Oh don't cry" he mocked "I had to keep the gene going; my father gave it to me"

"Is dad, is he a…"

"Oh no! Not that idiot! When he was of age he ran off to join that stupid boy band. So father was forced to give the gift to me"

"Or curse" Stan added, Jimbo grinned

"And now it's your turn"

"Have you ever thought that I didn't want it?" Stan shouted

"Oh really, you always did things to impress me. Going hunting and killing that innocent skuzelbutt to gain my love!" he laughed again "you see I'm growing old and fed up of hiding. I wanted the freedom again, so when I went out hunting I saw you and was going to kill you but then I realised who you were and the precious blood you had in you and I left so you could be my heir." Stan then remembered what had happened that night…

…once he was running away he wasn't looking where he was going and consequently he tripped over a root and the thing pounced, slashed across his chest, he cried out but the monster didn't stop, it then bit into his shoulder and ripped a chunk out. He screamed in pain. Then suddenly the monster stopped and ran away leaving his victim for dead. Where Stan became unconscious…

"Who else knows?" Stan asked trying not to lose control and kill him.

"Well in the beginning no-one, but then an unfortunate incident happened with Ned…"

"Is that why he has no…"

"…arm. Yes, he found me when I was transforming and ten minutes later he found out my secret but it had cost him his arm" Jimbo said with a smile. I knew that war story wasn't true! Stan thought but he remained focused. "Why do you have Wendy here?" Stan asked but he knew the answer already.

"Well, I needed to get your attention and I knew you would never listen to me or agreed with me without some persuasion." He smiled

"You see I have trained you all your life so you would become a powerful werewolf, teaching you hunting and tracking, persuading you to join the football team and even giving your father the idea to take you to karate lessons. You are now a smart, strong, healthy boy who is an excellent fighter and hunter"

Stan saw how it all fitted into place. He felt hurt; all is life he had been moulded to become what someone else wanted him to be. "So why do you need me?" Stan asked "if you're so smart!"

"As I said before Stanley, I'm getting old and not as strong as I used to be, I need young blood to help me keep my power and smite my enemies!" Jimbo shouted

"What enemies could you have?" Stan asked

"Other werewolves, and their gangs of humans, but with you on my side I will be unstoppable!"

"So I would be your puppet" Stan said gritting his teeth "doing you're bidding and destroying your enemies" Jimbo smiled at him

"Pretty much"

Stan looked up at him "well why should i? There your enemies not mine, and I'm stronger than you, why should I listen to you?" he questioned defiantly.

Jimbo grinned and walked over to the bruised Wendy tied up around a tree. "Because" he lifted her on her feet and she cried out. Stan flinched when he heard her in pain. "You have stupidly created a weakness for yourself; a weakness I can exploit" he kicked her right ankle and she cried out again. Obviously something was wrong with it and that kick never helped. "Damn you" she said through clenched teeth, her eyes watered.

"Leave her alone!" Stan shouted, anger building up inside him.

"Or what?" Jimbo asked slapping her around the face splitting her lip "now we're even" he grinned. Her eyes continued to fill up but she never made a noise. "Stop!" Stan shouted, Jimbo continued to grin and held her around her neck lifting her off the ground and slowly choking her. She coughed and spluttered as he tightened his grip.

"Stop please" Stan begged falling to his knees. Wendy widened her eyes and looked at him

"Stan-don't-AUGH!" she coughed, Jimbo faced Stan

"I'll do anything, just stop" Stan pleaded

"No" Wendy whispered as Jimbo grinned and released her. She fell to the ground with a thud. On her knees, her body leaning forward as far as her tied up arms would let, which stopped her lying flat on the floor.

Stan felt crushed he couldn't let him hurt her and if becoming Jimbo's puppet was what it would take to keep her safe then he would do it.

"good boy" Jimbo said "wise move, I knew all I had to do was wait till I found your weakness, I was going to use Kyle but this was just so much better" Stan was filled with hatred towards the man he once loved and admired. But then felt powerless.

"Now listen Stanley to what I tell you and if you obey me I'll let her live; but if you don't, well let's just say you'll have one less weakness" Jimbo said, still on his knees Stan looked up

"I understand"

Aww, well there is the identity of the person; I hope you didn't see it coming till the end. Next chapters up soon; I think. So please review and peace out :)