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_ Law #42 _

_ No Shadow may take his hood off when in public, all hoods must be warn when seen by more than three people. Any Shadow seen without a hood in public shall be arrested and charged as a traitor against their own. _

The full moon rose over the dark streets of the small town, faintly eliminating the buildings. A shadow moved through the streets, keeping to his domain. His journeys took him to the pub with its lights still on, a smile crept onto the man's face. He stepped from the shadows for his true form to take hold of him, changing his appearance underneath under his robes. The shadow let his hood fall behind his head, a pair of large triangled ears rose up as the hood fell, a furred snout reflected the light that shone onto it, two golden eyes looked around from within their sunken sockets.

The shadow walked into the crowded bar to be welcomed with silence from it's the customers. His feet lead him to the counter and lead onto the wood, signalling the bartender that he wanted to order. The bartender walked over with a disgusted look on his face.

"We don't serve your kind in here," he said in a gruff voice.

"You are legally obliged to serve any legal customer," the shadow said through his black lips.

"You're not legal."

"Do you want me to ask that question again?" The shadow said, his eyes turning fully black.

"Fine what do you want?" He asked forcefully.

"Gin and tonic," the man replied, his eyes returning to normal. The bartender dished the drink quickly and passed it over. The man drank the drink in one gulp just as a hand grabbed his shoulder. The hand pulled him round to face three tough looking men in biker outfits.

"What the hell are you doing in this bar?" The leader asked.

"Having a drink, or is that too fancy for the likes of me?" The man said.

"That's what everyone thinks of mutts like you." The leader said just before hitting the man with his fist. The man wiped blood of his lip. His next move took the whole bar by surprise, his gloved hand went to his hood and uncovered his head. Two blood red eyes stared at the bikers from two sunken eye sockets, two wide and pointed ears laid on his head, sliver fur covered every part of his skin save for the inner ears.

"How dare you show your face wolf. You know its law!" The leader said, going for another hit. The wolf met his fist in mid-air with the same speed and force.

"People only make laws to stop things they afraid of, the same goes for people that follow them." The wolf said, pushing past the three bikers. The wolf walked out the bar and returned to his shadowy domain. He soon came to a trashcan fire that had two men sitting at it. He pulled out a cigarette and went in is robes to find a lighter.

"Damn bikers must have stolen it." He muttered, "do you mind I use the fire?"

"Go ahead," one man said.

"Thanks," the wolf said putting the end in a flame, light it and returned it to his mouth.

"So, I notice your cloak, what's your story?" The first man asked.

"Where do I begin?" He asked rhetorically, "I guess it started with my birth. Not many people know but werewolves aren't bitten with the curse, their born with it. My mother was human, my father was a wolfen shape shifter. I know, not nice to think about, but there are people like that out there. Anyway since my birth I always wore a hood to keep my face from the humans, using these robes to hide myself from their ranks. It's... it's not easy to keep in the shadows, to be known but never be heard or seen."

"We know how it feels," the man said. "Me and John here have been homeless for ten years. People never see us or hear us, they never care to listen even if they could."

"Looks like we're on the same boat," the wolf said.

"Jim's the name." The man said, putting a hand through the fire, the flames going around the clothes without damaging his skin.

"Tyo," he said, shaking Jim's hand in the fire.

"Oh looky here, the beast made some friends." A voice said through the darkness. Jim and John looked around while Tyo stood bolt up with his paws smouldering with fire.

"Who's there?" Jim called out.

"Oh just some old friends of the mutt," the voice came as the three bikers came into the light, followed by two officers. At this Jim and John stood to face the bikers and officers.

"Leave this place, you were lucky I didn't break your hand the last time, just give me a reason to now."

"Tyo Flay, you have been charged with the crime of treason against the wolfen code. Please come quietly for your own protection." One officer said.

"Not a chance," Tyo said. He did a set of movements that resembled the opposite of an outstretched clap, arms out, paws facing out and arms moved to the sides. The officers flew into the darkness and hit the walls with a slam, flames slowly rose from their unconscious bodies.

The two bikers behind the leader looked nervously at each other. "Grow a pair you two," the leader said looking back.

"I'll take the leader and you two take the wimps, ok?"

"It has been a while since we got into a good fight, hasn't it John?" Jim asked John, who nodded. Tyo punched the leader right in the face as Jim and John started to pummel the two followers with hits. The leader roundhouse kicked Tyo back, connecting with his snout. Tyo pressed a flaming paw onto his snout, repairing it quickly. Responding to this the biker went to hit Tyo, who kick the leader's crotch causing him to double over. Tyo had a paw waiting to meet with his face, the flames burning his face, melting the skin. He tried to get the paw off his face without avail, the flames consuming his entire head. The man fell to the floor grabbing his face, until finally he flopped dead. Tyo looked over to the two homeless men as they both stood over the bodies of the two wimps, kicking and beating their forms. Guns formed in the homeless men's hands as shots filled the cold night sky.

"Only two people could beat their enemies to a pulp only to shoot them in the end. And I thought you two looked familiar within human form," Tyo said. "Brothers."

The two homeless men slowly transformed into grey furred wolfen, brown robes moulded around their slender bodies with red trims and capes. Hoods extended from the backs of their robes, creating a number of folds at the top of their robes

"Was it truly that hard?" Flye, Jim, asked.

"Sometimes I think he doesn't know us at all." Hyle, John, said. The three of them went into a group hug.

"It's been many a year since we've last seen, ay brothers?" Tyo asked, going out of the hug and started to walk with them through the streets.

"Nearly ten years I believe," Flye said.

"Eleven last time I checked," Hyle corrected him.

"You two have the worst sense of timing." Tyo laughed.

"So, how's business been on your side of life?" Hyle asked.

"Business hasn't been busier, it seems humans are destined to stab each other in the back."

"I thought that is the reason we started being part of the Undercovers," Flye joked.

The three of them laughed as they walked into the light, the rays of the lights shining on their dark fur. People stared at them as they passed, whispering and murmuring as they walked. Their feet took them to a railed concrete hill. Looking over the city at the bottom, putting their paws up, a different colour flame came from their paws and shot into the sky. Their flame balls were followed by dozens, hundreds, of others from all around the city. They all connected into one giant ball, then exploded into thousands of little flame balls of every colour. The flames descended onto every part of the city, filling the lives of the humans and wolf's alike with energy. Sending the streets into the sound of yelling, metal on metal, fire, gunshots.

"The revolution has begun."