Chapter 7 "Howloween"

Five minutes after Randall got the garage set up, Gwen pulled into the driveway, and she hopped out of her car humming triumphantly. Emily ran up to her and frowned. "Where did you go mommy?" she asked. Gwen stepped inside the garage and sat her purse on the counter before she sat down on a collapsible chair.

"Mommy went to invite Jack's friends over" she said cheerfully.

Jack and Randall both looked at her like she was crazy. "You what!?" they both shouted at once.

"Don't worry, I got this! You just do what you do" she said with confidence, but it was more directed towards Randall.

Randall was apprehensive, and he went to cut into the pumpkin with the knife. Emily looked at him oddly. "Why aren't you cutting that with your claws?" she asked.

He looked back at her and ripped off the cap he made in the top of the pumpkin and he shown how much thicker the gourd was compared to his claws. She laughed at him and grabbed the scooper beginning to scoop out the pumpkin guts. Jack looked towards Randall cheekily. "Does this feel like pulling guts out of p...err an animal?" he asked.

"No, not even close. These are much too cold" He said causally as he crossed his arms over his chest. He then smirked at Jack and chuckled. "I love to snap bone and feel the hot blood dripping down my muzzle" he said as he pulled out a big wad of pumpkin guts and flicked it onto the newspaper.

Jack shivered and slowly reached for a sharpie to begin drawing the face he was going to cut out. He did not catch his deadpan humor, but Emily knew he was kidding. "You're silly" she told him.

Cerberus started growling then got up from his spot and started barking. Randall got up and reached over to push the button to close the garage door. Jack could see four pairs of feet come around from behind the cars, which he recognized the shoes. He started to get nervous as the doorbell rang and Cerberus started backing his head off.

His mother answered the door, and he bolted inside guarding the door trying to not look suspicious. His mother looked at him amused and rolled her eyes at him. Katie looked at him amused and crossed her arms over her chest. "What are you doing, dork?"

"Why is she here!?" Jack shouted.

Katie smirked. "I'm making sure your friends here don't chicken out. It's a full moon after all" she said before she walked towards the door. "Are you hiding him in there?" she asked as she tried to open the door.

Jack quickly put his hand on the door and slammed it shut. "I wouldn't go in there if I were you!"

His mother laughed at him. "Why don't you finish carving your pumpkin?" she asked.

Jack sighed and opened the door, which Katie tried to sneak a peek inside only to see Emily drawing on her pumpkin. Cerberus kept barking until Randall growled at him. His ears pointed back and lowered himself to the ground in submission. Jack quietly went to finish his design, and Randall helped Emily with cutting.

Gwen had just sat a couple glasses on the coffee table and a big pitcher of iced tea before she slowly sat down onto Randall's giant chair while holding her belly. "I know that you all and Jack has been trying to figure out what Randall is..." she said calmly as she poured herself a glass.

"We know what he is..." David said.

She continued to rub her belly as she looked at them sternly. "He's really a good wolf when you get to know him" she said before she looked down at her belly. "He gave me my babies after all. He's a very protective father...a great one" she said happily.

Katie glanced over at her two brothers and shook her head. "See? I told you that it wasn't a good to start drama up with a werewolf!" she told them.

They all glared at her, but Gwen laughed. "I thought I'd teach you a thing or two about werewolves before you get wrapped up with hunters"

"Where is he?" David asked.

"He's making Jack-o-lanterns with Jack and Emily out in the garage" she said as she sat her glass down.

"You put your kids out in the garage alone with a werewolf during a full moon!?" David shouted.

"I told you didn't I? He's a very protective father. Since I'm his mate, Jack and Emily are a part of his pack. He is still him during the full moon..." she said.

"What happened in the park? Who was that guy that Randall fucked up?" Sam asked.

"Sam!? Really?" Katie shouted.

"It's okay" Gwen said lowly before she reached over to take a sip. "That man was Jack's father. He was trying to kidnap him" she told him.

Something bugged Katie with Gwen's explanation. "Jack's father? Isn't he Emily's father too?" she asked.

Gwen looked towards the door knowing that Randall was probably listening in on the conversation. She sat her glass down calmly and closed her eyes trying to hold back her tears. "No...Her father is dead. They are still trying to solve his murder" she spoke lowly.

"You think Jack's father had something to do with it?" Katie asked.

Gwen rubbed her arm. "Jack's father is a pimp. He's got men all over. Randall has protected me from them already. I know they won't be able to kill him" she said lowly.

"Okay, so...does he know where you live?" Katie asked.

"No, but he will eventually will. I hope Randall tears him to pieces when he shows up on my doorstep" Gwen said lowly.

"Does Emily know who her father was?" Sam asked.

"Randall is her father...that is all that matters" She said before she looked into her glass. "If you want to know who the real monster is here, it isn't Randall. He's just gifted. I would keep away from Jack's father. If you see him, you tell me so...okay?" she told them.

They all nodded before Katie rubbed her shoulder. "Do you need a babysitter?" she asked awkwardly.

Gwen's face lit up. "I might, but I'm going to have to speak with Randall about whether or not it's safe watching four werewolf pups" she said nervously.

"I'd like to learn. This is like really cool! Maybe I'll get bit accidentally" She said before she looked over at her brother's evilly.

"I don't think that's such a good idea. Randall was born a werewolf, he was never bitten. When a human gets bit, they aren't used to all the powers, hormones, and instincts. Some get drunk with power, while others just become an emotional wreck. It's very hard trying to deal with it" she said.

"So you don't want to be a werewolf yourself?" David asked.

Gwen shook her head and sighed. "Not right now. I'm focused on being a mother; I can't put my kids through that. Randall knows this" she said before he walked in from the garage. Four kids gasped and gawked at the sight of him.

"Whoa, that's so weird!" David muttered.

Randall crossed his arms over his chest and gazed at them with his very jarring yellow eyes before he shifted them over to Gwen. "Do you want to see them lit up?" he asked in his beastly voice.

Gwen looked at him with amorous eyes begging him to get closer. "Oh? Is that all? I know you've been listening in on our conversation honey" she said while he approached her. She grabbed his arm and pulled him down to plant a smooch on his lips. He growled lowly with dominance as he instinctively reached behind her head caressing it. The boys were grossed out at the display of affection, but Katie was convinced that these two were very much a loving couple.

When their lips parted, he chuckled to himself. "I might have heard a few things" he said as she stroked the fur on his jawline.

"How'd I do? Do you think they are on our side?" she asked.

Randall looked back at them and looked back at his mate. "I think you did fine" he said before Jack and Emily came inside which Cerberus squeezed in between them. Emily immediately ran over to Randall's side and grabbed at his hand very excited.

"Hey! Aren't you going to get the candles?" She asked sweetly.

He looked downed at her and grinned. "Patience young one" he said with a low amused chuckle. Emily started hanging off him like her usual hyperactive self while Cerberus sat beside Gwen looking up at them happily.

"Come on, wolf butt!" She teased him.

"Alright alright" He muttered as he walked into the kitchen while she still hung off his arm laughing.

Tony and Sam looked at each other speechless before Gwen laughed at their reactions. "From what I've read, Werewolves are said to be the most amazing parents, and they have very large families" she said while she slowly got up.

"Oh yea? Just how large?" Katie asked.

Randall stopped and looked back at her with a sly grin. "I have 16 siblings, over 200 cousins, nieces, and nephews" he mentioned. Gwen blushed thinking about how large her family might end up like.

"Jesus! And I thought having six kids was a large family!" David remarked referring to Gwen's predicament with her pregnancy.

Randall laughed evilly and glanced at Gwen. "Heh, it gets easier with more offspring" he said before she slapped at his chest.

"Oh stop you! You aren't getting any more babies!" She raised her voice at him. Although, she did give him an endearing gaze as if she did not mind more with him in the future, which a part of her longed to be out and away from the hustle and bustle of city life and become a little more...primal.

He understood her deepest desires as well as her concerns for her two children. David lowly got up feeling most awkward with the interaction between a human and werewolf, but Tony, Sam, and Katie thought this was really cool. Gwen pushed Randall towards that garage door giggling. "I'll bring the candles out there, you're making them uncomfortable" she said with laughter.

Jack stood near the wall annoyed with them before Katie snickered to herself. "Are they always like this?"

Jack glanced over at them and nodded with shame. David rolled his eyes and coughed. "They are worse than our parents" he said with a smug expression.

"I think it awesome that your step dad is like a normal dad...well one that turns into a werewolf" Sam said.

"Don't worry; your secret is safe with us!" Katie said.

Jack looked at them feeling terrible, and he growled lowly. "Thanks, but..." he muttered before his mother looked at him.

"But what?" She wondered.

"It's nothing..." he mumbled lowly.

Randall had stopped halfway through the door, and he made eye contact with the two of them giving his mate a grim look, which her heart sank. "You spoke to the hunter didn't you?" she asked.

Jack eyes started to tear up as he nodded slowly. His mother frowned in disappointment, and his friends looked at him in shock. "How can you be so stupid!?" Katie shouted at him.

"I'm scared of him...what he might do to my mom" He said under his breath as he rubbed his arm slowly.

His mother let out a weary frustrated sigh as she massaged her forehead feeling a migraine coming. "Jack...I know he's able to kill me at any moment, but do you know what? Your father almost killed me when I was pregnant with your sister, and he is a human" she said sternly.

"He tried to...kill you?" he asked.

His mother nodded slowly before he looked over at the garage door as it was closed slowly. "Why would he try to kill you?" he asked. His mother was silent and did not know how to explain it to him, but David decided to say it instead.

"It's because he found out that someone got you pregnant wasn't it?"

She nodded slowly, and Jack stared off into space as a memory began to come into focus. He remembered the screaming and yelling. His mother was cowering in a corner in a fetal position with his father's hand around her neck. His mother was bruised and bleeding, while she desperately tried to protect her womb from his onslaught. He remembered the cops banging on the door, and that was the last time he ever saw his father until today.

"I'm sorry" he muttered.

"What are we going to do?" Katie asked.

Randall opened the door and poked his head in. "I'll deal with it. All you can do is tell the hunter is that I'm not a werewolf" he said.

"Tch, like he'd buy that!" David shouted.

"You kids run along home! There's nothing you can do at this point. I don't want you putting yourself in danger for my sake" Randall told them in a gruff tone.

Their heads sank before they all got up and left. Jack looked back at him worried about retribution, but Randall looked at Jack sympathetically. "Come on. Let's get these Jack-o-lanterns lit up" he said lowly. Jack nodded slowly and walked back into the garage with his head slumped down low, which Randall ruffled his head playfully. "It's alright, not the first time I've dealt with hunters"

Later in the month, nothing too exciting happened; however, Gwen noticed something strange with her pregnancy. Her breasts were growing much larger than her previous ones. She did not say much knowing that it was bound to happen as her belly grew at a much faster rate than before. She was already looking 6 months pregnant at this juncture.

Her back was killing her, and she was feeling miserable. After a long tiresome day with work and feeding her two kids, a werewolf and the four little werepups inside her, she was overly exhausted. Randall was quick to notice her low spirits, so when she got done taking her bubble bath, he transformed and hid in the corner waiting to ambush her when she came out of the master bathroom.

She came out and caught him in her peripheral vision, but she said nothing. She heard the floors creak before she felt herself caught up in his strong furry embrace. She was surprised however as his fur was a lot thicker and downier. She reached up to feel up her lover's thick fur imagining being with him in an old rustic cabin out in the mountains during the dead of winter.

"I don't remember you being this fluffy before" she recalled.

"Guess who's been growing his winter coat?" he said proudly.

"Get in bed! I wanna cuddle with you!" She demanded before she spun around on her heels and looked up at him sweetly. "And can you give me a back rub while you're at it?" she asked.

He plopped back onto the bed and sat up against the mound of pillows looking up at her patiently. "What happened today?" he asked.

She crawled into bed and sat between his legs resting her hands on his thighs. "Parent Teacher conferences are coming up. I have to finish my amending my lesson plans, grading, and now I have to prepare for this. I hate dealing with some of the parents. Some of them are just complete assholes! Some of them think attractive women are a distraction for the students" she rambled before she moaned to his firm hands pressing into her back.

He chuckled to himself and sighed heavily. "You know when I was in fifth grade I was starting to think girls are not so nasty. I never had a teacher as attractive as you though. Heh, I would have thought video games and cell phones would have been a bigger distraction. I remember when I was in school; everyone was into Pokémon, Yu-gi-oh, or Pogs. They weren't into the teacher's big balloon boobs or her bulbous bubble butt" he said as he kneaded her back.

She looked back at him and shook her head with a smirk. "I'm glad you like everything I hate about myself" she joked.

He leaned in and growled into her ear lowly. "I see more things about you that are to my liking than just your nice ass and big tits" he said with his deep alpha voice.

She looked down at his thigh and began to rub it. "I know hun. And I don't just like you for your huge thick..." she said before she playfully ran her fingers up close to his groin. "Muscles" she teased.

He snickered at her and wrapped his arms around her midriff. "You do like your men large don't you?" he asked.

She gave him a guilty embarrassed nod, which she bit her. "I think you're plenty big enough. I don't know how I'm able to manage with you as it is" she said before she laughed nervously. "Thank god you don't mind how we do it" she said as her hand wondered closer to his family jewels.

He nipped at her neck as his own hand wondered down to mash her magic button. "Aren't I a merciful wolf?" he teased.

"Yea, you're a real angel alright" she said sarcastically.

Before they could commence with the late night love making, she got a phone call from her parents, which her mother seemed to be in distress. In the background they can barely make out her father screaming out some obscenities; however, before anyone could say a word, three slow rounds crackled over the phone from a shot gun.

Randall was puzzled as to what was going on, and he could hear her father shouting. "Fecking bastart made off with two chickens this time!"

"What's going on?" Gwen asked.

Her mother went quiet all of the sudden. "Oh cripes! Ah um sorry honey, Ah was meaning to call the sheriff...or animal control...dunno what that thing is. This is the tenth night in three weeks this has happened. After hearing all of Jack's talk about werewolves, Ah um starting to believe him" she rambled.

"Are ye sure it ain't Charlie's boys harassing ye?" Gwen asked as her Scottish accent started to become thick again.

"Dunno, It couldn't been human. No one moves that quick...except yer fiancé" her mother said.

"Mum, what do you mean by that?"

"Nothing dear, Ah just have been noticing some strange things. Is he listening?"

Gwen instantly looked over at her werewolf lover and gulped. "Yea, we were kind of in the middle of intimacy right now"

"Oh, oh...Ah sorry for interrupting ye"

An overpowering sense of fear overcame her when she noticed his nose curling slightly. He did this last time when her son was about to be abducted. "Mum, do ye want to come over tomorrow with da?" she asked with a hint of concern.

Her mother paused and took in a deep breath. "Dunno, ah deh want to spoil yer night"

"Mum, ah going to need help with my costume anyway"

"Okay dearie, we'd love to come over" she said quickly.

After Gwen finished the call, she looked over at Randall worried. "What do ye think? Could it be Charlie trying to spook them?" she asked.

Randall shrugged his shoulders and placed his hands onto her belly. She instinctively grabbed onto them and tangled up her fingers with his. "It's hard to say. I can have one of my cousin's go over and do a stake out" he said lowly.

"That could work" she said optimistically.

The next day, her parents arrived to help with getting ready for Halloween night. Her father and Randall were outside making adjustments to the outside décor, and Gwen was getting her mother's help to get measurements and make alterations to the costume. They both realized just how much Gwen's chest had swollen. "What!? 34 M!? Are you sure!?"

"Honey, Ah have already measured ye thrice. It amen't getting any smaller!" she shouted.

"Aw, this sucks! They're going to get bigger aren't they?" Gwen whined.

"It might, it might not. Am no Doctor. Ye should be grateful that they deh sag much" Her mother said.

"But they go all the way down to my belly button! How am I going to feed by babies without suffocating them?" she asked.

"Stop yer worrying. Ye and yer brothers and sisters deh have any trouble with my paps. Yer going to have huge bairns anyway, and with four of them. They be needing all that milk!" Her mother reassured her.

Gwen sighed heavily. "I'm turning into a cow..." she muttered as she put on her bra. Her breast tissue spilled over the top giving her the appearance of having quad boobs. Her mother laughed at her and started filling out orders for custom bras.

When Randall came inside, he was met with a scowl from Gwen, and he looked genuinely confused. "What's wrong?" he asked just as her father walked in behind him.

She glared at him and grabbed onto one of her titanic mammaries. "You see what you've done to me!?" she raised her voice at him.

He cocked his head to the side cutely. "I'm sorry?"

"Oh god" her father snorted not wanting to be a part of the conversation, and he went into the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge.

"You've turned me into a bloody cow, you dumb wolf!"

"Last time I checked werewolves don't turn people into cows" He muttered to himself.

"Well congratulations! You're the first!" she shouted before they heard her father start choking off the bottle.

"Uh, I still don't see how you are a cow. You don't smell like one"

She balled her fist up and snarled. "Just look at 'em! I got fat udders! They're bigger than my mum's! There's no way in hell my costume is going to fit!" she shouted.

Her mother came out laughing. "It'll fit dear. They deh have brassiere back then. I'm just going to have to wrap them up like the women did back then" she said before she looked between him curiously. "Aren't you supposed to be getting into your werewolf costume already?" she asked.

He looked at her blankly before he remembered what he came inside the house for. "Oh, I'm just waiting for you to get done before I change into my costume" he said.

"Do you need help?"

"No, no! That won't be necessary" he said nervously as he walked past them. "You just help Gwen get ready" he said before he closed the door to their bedroom and locked it. Gwen's father stepped out into the living room and looked at them strangely.

Gwen's mother gasped and rushed over to his door. "Wait! Ah still have her costume inside there!" she shouted.

Jack and Emily came out of their rooms fully dressed up in their costumes, which Emily was dressed up as a witch, and Jack was dressed up as the Grimm Reaper. Their grandmother turned around and smiled at them. "Oh how scary!" she said before she turned to see Randall open the door. She gasped nearly having a heart attack seeing him in his werewolf form and pressed her back up against the wall. "Bloody hell!" she muttered.

Emily stood beside him and grinned at her. "My daddy is a werewolf" she said cheekily.

Her grandmother nodded and looked him over with her jaw agape. "I see, honey" she muttered as she reached over to touch his fur. "This costume...it feels so real" she muttered before she reach up to feel his muzzle, and his eyes widened as he backed away from her hands.

"Uh! Mother, Help me get into my costume!" Gwen shouted as she got in between her mother and Randall.

"Gwen, is he a real werewolf?" her mother asked.

"Yes" Jack muttered under his breath before Emily kicked him. "Ow! Why'd you kick me for!?" he shouted.

Her father walked down the hallway having overheard them and looked at Randall carefully. He nervously lifted his bottle to his mouth and guzzled it down quickly. "Ah dinnae think he could get any fecking bigger"

Gwen sighed heavily and her head sank down low and nodded. Her mother was confused, and she reached over to touch his arm. "Oh...wow...I didn't think you could domesticate one"

Randall snorted at her very offended. "I ain't domesticated!" he grumbled.

"Ah um sorry. Deh mean to insult yeh. Yeh just seem a wee tame for a werewolf" she stated.

"Mum, he's not domesticated at all. This is just how a pure bred werewolf behaves" Gwen stated.

"Pure bred?" her parents mumbled.

Gwen placed her hand over her baby bump feeling her young getting stirred up. "A pure bred just means he was born a werewolf. I can feel them moving around already. I never felt Jack or Emily move until they were 25 weeks along. I know our babies are going to be werewolves...there's just no way that all my changes is not because of it" she said.

"Well, Ah dinnae know whit to think aboot this, but...It does explain a few things. Ah always wondered why aw the animals get spooked around him. Wow, my son-in-law is a werewolf..." she rambled to herself.

"You approve of him still?" Gwen asked with a blush.

"Of course ah dae! He's protected ye from Charlie and his Chavs. Ah just had a feeling that he was more than human. Ah was hoping it actually" she admitted.

"You were?" Gwen asked a little surprised.

"Ah um going to need something strong!" her father muttered as he walked back into the kitchen to drink more beer. His wife watched him a little annoyed with his less than enthusiastic response.

"Aye, we've been having some of our livestock attacked. Ah was hoping maybe sometime ye could bring him over and stay the night. They've always seem to happen at night" she asked.

"Hmm, I can probably help you out. I do have a very large extended family" he replied.

"Oh, ah can imagine, Thank ye"

Emily walked over to her grandfather in the kitchen grinding his teeth and running his thumb over the neck of the bottle. "What's wrong granda? He's a really nice werewolf"

He looked at her wearily. "Anno, Granda is just needs time to think. Ah glad he protects ye"

Later that night, Jack and Emily came across their house on their trick-or-treat run. Their friends were very eager to see their werewolf dad. Their grandparents were taking turns answering the door, which it was their grandfather to answer the door. He was dressed up as Frankenstein's monster, and his wife dressed as a vampire.

"Oh there are my little monsters! How was yer night of pillaging candy?" She asked.

Jack rubbed his arm nervously before David shouted abruptly. "Some jerks stole Jack Sam's candy. Can the werewolf help get their candy back?"

Jack's grandfather crossed his arms over his chest. "What do you expect him to do?"

"Tch, what a werewolf is good at doin!" David shouted.

Randall approached the door and Jack's friends backed up nervously. David shivered having some second thoughts about asking, but Katie spoke up. "Hey, there's some bullies going around ambushing kids. You want to show them the pecking order or something?" she asked.

Randall looked towards Jack who was very glum at the time, but he stepped out of the house, and Jack's grandparents grew worried. Gwen squeezed her way outside and stood on the porch looking at him sternly. "Where are you going?"

"Chomper is going to show those meanies his pecks" Emily said.

Gwen's father started laughing before his wife swatted at him shouting. "She said pecks not pecker"

They watched Randall walk down the driveway with Jack and his friends, and Gwen let off a soft sigh. "I hope those teenagers are wearing brown pants" she said before she laughed to herself.

Her parents looked at her confused as she walked back into the house. Cerberus was underneath the table extremely stressed out with all the ringing and knocking going on. Her father sat down on the couch and looked at her sternly. "Gwen, Are ye sure ye amen't getting yerself into a worse situation with getting involved with werewolves?" he asked.

She sat down and rested her hand over her belly. Her mother closed the door and looked towards him with frustration. "Ah think she's in the best situation" she stated.

"Ah dinnae think she is. How are we going to handle werewolf children running about on the farm? Ye think she's going to be able to handle one let alone four?" he asked.

"Ah hardly think werewolf children are any more difficult than regular children. How knows, maybe they'll be more behaved. Randall is a no nonsense guy" she said.

Gwen nodded and looked between them slowly poking at one of her baby's feet being pressed up against the wall of her womb. "Randall isn't worried. His family members won't stop bugging me for their help...and I'm sure they can help you with catching whoever is attacking your animals" she said.

Her father slumped back and looked towards the television. "Ah dunno, Ah dinnae want to stress out our livestock. With more wolves"

"Come on! It'll work. Unless you'd rather have Randall do it" Gwen said.

"Ah would rather have Randall do it. Ah trust him around the farm" He admitted.

"Good, Ah um glad to hear ye like him" His wife interrupted. He stuttered and looked between his wife and daughter. They both grinned at him, and he knew that he was overruled.

Meanwhile out in the neighborhood, Jack and Sam used Emily and David's bags of candy as bait to lure in the group of bully's hiding in the shadows. This time they were not afraid, and David and Kate waited at the corner with Emily, which David had the bright idea of flipping out his phone to record the whole moment.

There were six teenagers who jumped out and surrounded them laughing. A couple of them were dressed as characters from a clockwork orange, and others were dressed as characters from the warriors. One of them was carrying a real machete, and he scraped it on the pavement to let everyone know it was not a prop. "Look at that! They got us some more candy!" one shouted.

"You better stop! We are friends with the werewolf mafia!" Sam shouted.

They all laughed at him. "Werewolf mafia? Don't make me laugh!"

One of them shoved Sam to the ground, and the eldest pointed his blade at Jack. "Hand them over and I promise I won't slit your throat" he said lowly.

"Oh yea? You don't want to threaten me. He doesn't like it when you do that" Jack said.

The bully pressed the machete into Jack's neck and grabbed his head. "Oh yea? How about I cut up your little pooch, huh? Is that who you're threatening me with? I'm calling your bluff!" he said coldly.

There was growling coming out from the thick brush in the greenbelt. The teens looked towards the dark woods uneasily, and they backed up nervously. "That's a really big dog" one of them said.

The bully was loosened his grip and looked towards the sound of the growling, and he saw a huge figure come out with headlights for eyes. "You get your paws off my pup before I put mine on you!" he said in a beastly tone.

One of the bully's minions pulled out a cell phone and shined its flash onto him revealing the sheer size of the monstrosity. "Dude, that's a fucking werewolf!" one shouted.

The bully pushed Jack to the ground as if using him as a sacrifice. His minions threw bags of candy at Randall and took off in a panic, and the bully jumped backwards with his blade raised. Randall crawled around to get in between Jack, and the Bully before he stood up on two feet. "You best put that shavette down. You wouldn't want to give me the wrong impression" he said before he bared his teeth at him.

The bully lowered his blade and tripped over a tree root falling back and slicing into his leg. He gasped and looked down at the gash in his leg. "Oh fuck!" he shouted.

Randall muttered before he went to the bully's side. The bully was bleeding profusely, and he began to hyperventilate. He started shaking then passed out, which Jack laughed at him. "Heh, serves you right!" he muttered.

Randall spotted dog tags on the Bully's neck, and he looked over at David and Kate who had just arrived. "Hey! Shine a light on this tag!" he muttered.

Kate pulled out her phone and shined the light on the tag revealing the Bully's medical condition. "Hemophilia? What the fuck is that!?" David shouted.

"It means this kid is going to bleed to death!" Randall shouted. He took off his shirt and lifted the bully's leg tying the shirt above the hemorrhaging laceration as a tourniquet. "Call 911!" He shouted at them.

Jack looked at Randall confused as to why he would try to save someone who threatened his life. Sam stood back behind his sister as she called the paramedics. "He barely cut himself...why is he bleeding this much!?"

"He doesn't have the proteins necessary to coagulate his blood. He's going to need a drug to get him to stop from bleeding out" Randall answered calmly as he elevated the bully's leg.

After the paramedics arrived, his parents arrived at the scene, and they were horrified. David shown them the video he took, and they clearly saw their son holding the machete up against Jack's throat. They looked towards Randall and saw the blood all over him. "Thank you" she said weakly before she got into the ambulance with her son. The father stayed behind and watched them leave before he looked back at them ashamed of his son's actions.

"I'm sorry about Danny. He's really a good kid" he said.

"No, he isn't! He tried to kill me!" Jack shouted.

"Jack, go home!" Randall said before he heard Jack huff in protest. He glared at Jack and growled at him. "Now!" he raised his voice. Once he walked off, Randall reached out and offered a handshake. "My name's Randall"

"The name is Hans. I wish we could have met under different circumstances" he said as he shook his hand muttering. "What am I going to do now?"

Randall smirked at him. "I'm glad no one got killed" he said simply.

Hans grabbed his head and ran his fingers through his hair. Thinking about his situation, and he looked around noticing something off. "Where's that costume you were wearing?" he asked.

"I don't know. I think my daughter brought it home with her. Part of it is wrapped around your son's leg" he said as Hans stared at him carefully.

"That makes sense, I guess" he muttered before he pulled his keys out of his pocket. "Catch you later" he said. He began to walk towards his truck, and Randall walked back towards his home.

Once he got inside, Gwen noticed his troubled look. "What's wrong?" she asked.

Randal looked up at her grimly. "I found the hunter..." he muttered.

She gasped and clutched her stomach as if she got punched in the gut. "You what? Are you sure?" she asked as he sat down on his chair.

He looked up at her and nodded. "Yea...he knows that I'm a werewolf too" he muttered.

Gwen clenched her fists and clenched her teeth. "Why did you go out and do all that!?" she screamed at him.

Randall scratched his head and sighed. "I saved his son's life. Not only that, but he has seen proof that I can control myself in a transformed state. This is one of the better scenarios. It's kind of screwed up coincidence that his son has hemophilia. That has to have brought some angst to both of them. No wonder why that kid has that bad of an inferiority complex" he rambled on.

"Randall, I hope you know what you're doing" she murmured to herself.