Author's Note: You guys get the first chapter a few days early! Woo! Mostly because...Well, it was finished a few days early. Go figure.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans.

Chapter One

Awakening

The Pack is in trouble! Must save. No matter the cost.

Not fast enough. Must go faster, go farther, go longer. More strength.

The pack is here. Safe. Unconscious.

So tender. Skin so soft, so fragile. Scent so…Intoxicating. No! Is Pack. Must resist.

Maybe just nibble…

Crunch.

"Beast Boy."

"…Beast Boy?"

"Beast Boy, you're hurting me. Let. Go. Now."

His eyes snapped open, and before he could think, the changeling tried to speak. Which, considering the wrist that was currently in his mouth, came out as little more than a muffled groan. Looking down at the appendage clenched between his teeth, there was a moment when his eyes widened considerably. The skin on that arm was pale, almost gray. Eyes traveled up the arm and to the owner. Immediately, a mouth opened wide and gave Raven her arm back. He was most certainly sweating bullets now, if he hadn't been before.

"Raven! I'm sorry! Don't hurt me! I'm too young to die!"

"You have ten seconds to explain yourself while I decide what to do with you."

"I was eating! Err, in my dream, that is. There were these…" Pause. Actually, he couldn't quite remember. Just the flavor of something deliciously addictive flooding his throat. "And you know how some animals will do in reality what they do in their dreams? Yeah, it was kinda like that. I think." He exhaled heavily, catching previously held breath and hoping to live another day.

There was a long few moments of silence while the pale sorceress considering the information. It wasn't the first time he'd done something similar, and she'd heard of the theory he talked about before. Only one question sprang to mind, really. "And just what were you eating that you bit hard enough to break skin?"

"Wait, what?" Green eyes flickered down to look at her wrist, and a lump caught in his throat. Two small holes, the results of his slightly elongated canines, had drawn up a bead of blood. Almost as if fearing the result, he moved his tongue to wipe of the bit of blood on each tooth. The flavor sent a shiver rippling down his spine. The sorceress noticed the odd look on his face, as well as the spike of pleasure, but said nothing.

"You gotta believe me, I didn't mean to! I-"

Just then, the med-bay doors opened and Cyborg came running in, at which point Beast Boy shut up and Raven hid the bite marks on her wrist under the protective folds of her cloak.

"Aww man, B! It's good to see you awake! We was all worried for a minute there." The changeling blinked, and looked confused.

"Worried about what? Come to think of it, why am I in the med bay? I feel fine. Better than fine, really." As if to demonstrate, he got out of the bed and started stretching his arms and legs. "I don't think I've ever felt so good. I feel rested, too."

"You better. You were asleep for nearly a week." At that, the changeling stopped, and turned to look at his cybernetic friend.

"You're kidding, right?"

"D'you think I'd kid about something like that?"

"I didn't think so…What the heck happened, anyway? My memories of the last couple days, or I guess six or seven days ago, are kinda fuzzy."

"Huh? Oh, well. There was a call, 'bout six days ago. Somethin' about a bunch of rock creatures messin' up a warehouse. So anyway, we headed down there and was bustin' heads when you n' Raven got separated from us. She'd said ya' took a pretty good blow to the head watchin' her back, an-"

"And we cleaned up the rest of the monsters and brought you back in the T-Car. The end." The sudden interruption came from Raven, who had been standing quietly off to one side while the two best friends conversed. She didn't sound or look nervous, though even an amateur would be hard pressed to assume she wasn't trying to hide something. Still, Beast Boy was used to that and paid the fact little mind. Maybe he'd ask later.

"Well, alright dudes. Anyway, I'm feelin' great, so I'ma go out and stretch my legs a bit. Before you ask, Cy, I won't go into town. Just around the Tower, maybe a lap around the island. I'll keep my communicator on me. See ya'!" And with that, the changeling bounded off to go occupy himself elsewhere.

The cybernetic Titan turned to the sorceress with a confused expression. "What was that all about? There a reason you don't want him to know you saved his life?" Raven had reluctantly told Cyborg what had happened during the two's brief stint of capture, mainly because he was the Titan's self-proclaimed medical specialist and probably would've found out eventually whether she told him or not. Luckily, Raven had an excuse prepared for just such a situation.

"Are you kidding? You've seen how much the little pest follows me around. Do you really think I want him knowing that he actually owes me something? I'd never get a moment of peace." This was, for all intents and purposes, true. It just wasn't the whole truth. Cyborg seemed to think on this a moment before nodding.

"Good call."

Of course, Raven didn't want to share her real reason for concealing the true. In all actuality, she may have resigned him to a slow and painful death. Though it was long enough after the fact that it was probably safe to assume he wasn't in danger of death, she still didn't want him to know in case something bad did happen. She'd blame herself enough without his being there to rub salt on the wounds if that were the case.

He felt free. When and where had he gotten so much energy to burn, and where could he get more? Currently in the form of a peregrine falcon, one of the fastest flight animals, he was flying high above the tower. True, he was stretching his wings more than he was stretching his legs, but considering he'd spent nearly an hour before that running full tilt in the form of an Arabian horse he figured it was a moot point.

Pulling out of one of the peregrine falcon's world famous high speed dives, he stabilized himself and shifted. Now a human, he landed on the edge of the tower roof at a sprint that slowed to a walk as he reached the door.

"Phew. Now that was a workout. Oh…Hey Raven." Just as he was reaching out to grasp the door handle, it swung open on quiet hinges. Raven was the only person on the team who really frequented to the roof, so he wasn't all that surprised to see her coming out. The sorceress simply gave him a small nod by way of recognition.

"Where have you been?"

"Eh? Oh, just around the island. I guess it's cause I was sleepin' so long, or something, but I was so restless I was practically bouncin' off the walls. Came out here to burn some energy, y'know?"

"That's nice. Were you going to move so I can get out, or not?"

"Uh ,yeah. Sorry." As they pair maneuvered around each other, Beast Boy caught the scent of blood. Looking down, he noticed that she never bothered to heal the small marks on her wrist from earlier. There was nothing special there, since the marks weren't even worthy of being called wounds. What surprised him was the sudden urge that welled up within him to take his teeth to those marks and…

He caught the odd look she was giving him and shook his head to clear his thoughts. They got past each other with no further problems, but the moment lingered on his mind. Little did he know, the empath had caught the stab of desire that spiked within the changeling as well. Filing the information away for another time, she went about her meditation as usual.