Rogue-Using-A-Manly-Narrarater-Voice: Where we last left off Kurt and the Mary-Sues, they were neck-to-neck with mysterious wolves (Apparently) and then some dude kidnapped Kirsten! In this episode, we have the thrilling conclusion with romance, drama, and violence!

Luke-Who-Needed-The-Money-To-Pay-Off-his-Debt-Because-Of-His-Pour-Poker-Skills-&-The-Fact-That-He-Went-Against-Beckendorf-Whose-Never-Lost-A-Game-Of-Strip-Poker(That's right! I went there!): But Mostly violence!

Luke & Rogue: Yaaaay violence! :D

Chapter Three:
Liquid Ambrose Looks Great With Fur Lined Coats

Kurt's eyes practically lit up in anger.

It was one thing to hurt him. It was another thing to hurt his friends. It was different to hurt a girl.

But it was COMPLETLEY different to hurt a little girl.

Kurt let out something mixed between a hiss and roar, befor leaping on the man, who through Kirsten to the side, clawing at Kurt.

The man laughed tauntingly as he and Kurt fought.

"Vell done, mien fruende! You's pretty good- for a demi-god!"

Kurt grunted and smiled.

"You're pretty good to- for a barbarian!"

Something flashed between the two- nothing major, just... Somthing.

"Wolves!" The man yelled. "Fall back! This is my win."

Kurt blinked, looking confused.

"Wait... These wolves are his minions! Which means he's the Alpha!"

"Barny!" He yelled toward the girl, who jumped as he dodged an attack. "What happens when you defeat the leader of a volf pack?"

"I- I don't know! You- become the leader or somthing?"

The man laughed, causing the other German to scowl. That's when he got a good look at him. He had long, black dirty hair that fell to his shoulders, and a leather brown jacket with white fur lining it. He also wore torn-up light blue faded jeans. All around, he looked no older than nineteen, but if you looked closer, it was obvious he was wearing exceedingly old clothes.

"Allow me to introduce mich- I am Hans; Son of Achim und Nyx- Goddess of Night, Prophet of Lycaon!"

Kurt didn't know who Lycaon was- and something told him it could be vital.

"So," Hans said, looking Kurt over, "Introduce yourself, fuzzy!"

Kurt blinked. His mind started to slowly process what he'd been told to do.

"I... I am Kurt Wagner; Son of... Raven Darkholme." He said slowly.

"Wait... Do you disrespect you're father so much you won't even speak of him?" Questioned Hans.

"I don't know who he is! We were just going to Camp Half-Blood to figure all this out! Teufel noch mal, I didn't even know This kinda stuff existed 'till yesterday!"

Hans eyes seemed to shadow over, as if he were thinking. Suddenly, his attention snapped to Barny, who shivered under his intense gaze.

"You! Does any of the Demi-Gods in the forest know of their godly parent?"

"N-no! We never met our God parents in our life!" She said, tone panicked.

"Well, it figures." Hans said, thinking over something.

"What do you mean by that?" Kane snapped, showing himself to be a little than less hot-headed.

"Well, it's obvious you've never been trained. Demi-Gods have a natural instinct built in to fight; which is why you were able to fight off mein wolves. Also, it is said that the first time a untrained Demi-God fights, they are at the top of their game." He turned an angry eye towards his wolves. "I apologize; my wolves informed me that you were in our land. Brithos thaught you were hunting us."

"It's fine." Kurt sighed, looking at Kirsten warily.

"However; I am a man of honor; in my own way." Hans nodded. "I will not fight someone defenseless."

Hans suddenly followed Kurt's gaze to Kirsten.

"She's hurt." Hans said; suddenly noticing that she was in pain.

Hans walked up to the girl, and snapped the bottle cap off his container Kurt hadn't realised he'd had. Slowly, he poured a little into her mouth, and she swallowed involuntarily.

"Liquid Ambrosia." Hans nodded. "The food of the gods. Or, in your case, the drink."

Kirsten suddenly jumped up, looking like a child on a massive sugar high.

"It tastes like Bublegum Smoothie" She said, a look of confusion on her face.

Hans nodded.

"It tastes like you're favourite food. Or, again in this case, you're favourite drink." He threw the canister to Kurt, who caught it with ease.

"An apology for trying to kill you under false charges." He said, calling his wolves back. But before he too went into the shadows, he turned back to them. "Do not be mistaken, though. If you come back with any intentions I do not support, without my permission, you will find yourselves under the attack of my wolves."

Suddenly, he dissapeared under the moon's rays.

"However," His voice echoed around them, "No demi-gods shall be hurt tonight throughout your passage; so long as you all go back to camp."

Kurt nodded toward the forest. Slowly, he pulled out his walkie-talkie.

"Everyone, return back to camp. I repeat, return to camp."

After another thirty minutes of waiting, Heracles and the three kids returned to camp with them.

The oldest didn't ask where Kurt had gotten the canister, or why so many of the kids looked scruffed up. But he had an incling feeling the Son of Zeus already knew exactly what had conspired in his abscense.

As everyone piled up into the car, Kurt looked outside.

There, he saw a man with a fur coat, howling at the moon.