The hunters had left, going out into the town, leaving Layla and the Doctor alone.

"Now, who might you be?" The Doctor inquired, turning to her and crossing his arms.

"My name is Layla," she replied.

"Alright, nice to meet you Layla. You look young, pherhaps about 1, now why were you in the forest alone, seeming so panic stricken?"

Layla thought fast. She couldn't just tell him the truth about her. Who knows how that would be taken.

"I came from the next town. I got lost and didn't want to be embarrassed by being found." She hoped her face had been sincere, and the lie reasonable. The Doctor looked her sternly in the eyes, before slowly nodding.

"Would you allow me to stay with you?" Layla asked, figuring it would be her best bet, and honestly, this stranger seemed fascinating.

"Why sure, it would be fun to have a companion," the Doctor said, grinning. Layla smiled back.

Now Layla figured it was her turn to ask the questions.

"What's with the box? Why did it look like it fazed here?"

"Well, to be honest, thats because it did," The Doctor said with a chuckle.

"What do you mean?" Layla asked slowly.

The Doctor smiled a bit, enjoying her wonder for a minute. "Do you believe that there can be beings up there?" He pointed a finger to the sky.

Aliens? Layla thought. Now, that would he entirely possible, since there were things like her, and Shaw.

"Why yes... I believe its possible," she replied slowly, gazing at the sky.

"Well good!" The Doctor said back. Layla gasped, snapping her gaze back to him.

"No way," she said, gaping at him. The Doctor just smiled back, his hands in his pockets.

"And your device box... its a traveling device?" Layla inquired more.

"Well... I'd say. It takes me through time and such."

"Woah..." Layla felt a bit of shock. "Why are you telling me this? You just met me."

"Well, I felt like I could trust you." He said.

"Well... thank you." Layla said quietly, feeling a pang of guilt.

"Now then," the Doctor said, looking at the sky, which was turning dark fast. "We better find a place for the night." Layla just nodded. He marched down the street, Layla on his heels, until he stopped in front of a tall building.

"Ah, there we go." He was looking at the sign near the door that said motel. Pushing open the door, he walked in. A desk was along the wall, next to some stairs. A man sat in a chair behind the desk, his feet propped up, and his face buried in a newspaper.

"Got a room?" The Doctor asked the man behind the desk.

"Yep. They be five dollars a night." He said, not looking up from his newpaper.

"Oh, I seem to have forgotten my wallet..." the Doctor said, feeling his pockets. He looked at Layla for help, but she just shrugged.

"That ain't get you a room." The man behind the desk said, putting his feet down, and slapping his paper on the desk. "Dumb people.... I'll tell ya what, you can sleep in the storage room, just as long as you clean it." He pointed up the stairs. "First floor, and first door to the left."

"Well, thank you kind sir," the Doctor said, a slight sigh in his voice.

He motioned for Layla to follow, and he headed up the stairs. They found the room. It was dusty, but thankfully had two big windows facing the woods. The Doctor waved his hand around, and found a cord, which he pulled. A light lit up the room, revealing it to be extremely dusty, and crammed with stuff. Thankfully it was a lot of blankets and pillows. The room was quite large though.

"I reckon we'll be comfortable," the Doctor said, taking off his coat, tossing it on a pile of boxes.

"Yes," Layla said, standing awkwardly in the room. She wasn't used to being indoors. She moved over to the window, gazing at the full moon. It shone brightly against the black sky.

"Beautiful night," the Doctor said, coming up behind her. He pointed at the moon. "And that there is a super blood wolf moon. Happens only about every 20 years. I remember watching it a couple times. Pretty thing."

"Oh really?" Layla said, gazing at it. It did seem different than a normal full moon, and the energy of it seemed stronger to.

Her eyes snapped to the woods when she heard a howl.

"Wolves are out tonight," the Doctor said with a smile.

"Uh yea," Layla said, feeling slight heat on her face. She knew those were werewolves. On a full moon they transformed, and ran throughout the woods.

Suddenly, a crack, shattering of glass, and an earpiercing scream from outside was heard. The Doctor's eyebrows creased in worry as he looked at Layla, grabbed his coat, then flung open the door.

"Come on then!" He said, taking off down the stairs.

"Are you sure..." Layla said, but to quietly for the Doctor to hear. They rushed out onto the street, and saw a wooden balcony to the shop across the street knocked over and crushed to pieces. The front window was shattered. Inside was three large werwolves, snarling at the shopkeeper, who was pressing himself as flat as he could against the wall. The lantern showed sweat glimmering on his face, and casted the werewolves shadows across the street, and glinted off their teeth.

Layla began trembling. The werewolves never come to town. Shaw said they always stayed in the forest and the plains. Why were they here? And what if they caught her?

"Werewolves," the Doctor said quietly. Layla whipped her head around, astonished he knew. "I mean, absolutely magnificent and beautiful creatures, but don't cross their path." He said matter of factly.

"Uhh," Layla said, her mouth drying up. At that moment, she shopkeeper spied them.

"Help!" He screamed, reaching a hand towards them. The wolves all turned their heads to look at the Doctor and Layla.

"Uh oh." The Doctor said, tensing. The werewolves sprang out of the window, and ran in their direction.

"Run!" The Doctor yelled to Layla. He took off running down the street, Layla right on his heels. She glanced behind them, and saw the werewolves gaining. A cold sweat ran down her face, as she sped up to match the Doctor's speed. She could go faster, but she didn't want to give herself away.

"Follow me!" The Doctor yelled, turning sharply into an alley. Their feet slapped the ground as they kept running. Layla saw a wire fence blocking their way. It had a door, but was closed and probably locked by the electrical box that was on it.

"Get in front of me!" The Doctor yelled, slowing slightly. Layla ran in front of him, wondering what he was going to do. She heard a pulsing noise behind her, and she saw the electrical box on the fence spark, then the door open.

Layla smiled in surprise. Her and the Doctor ran through it. He skidded to a half, slaming the door shut. He had a long, thin, metal object in his hand, which glowed blue on one end when he used it. Pointing it to the door, it sparked again. The werewolves had been right behind them, and now they rammed into the fence, which the Doctor had somehow locked. It was locked, but bent significantly when the werewolves charged it.

"Go! It won't hold for long!" The Doctor yelled, starting to run again.

They burst out of the alleyway, turning right. Layla saw the forest ahead of them.

"Why," she panted, "are we going to the forest."

"You'll see!" The Doctor yelled. Layla could hear the snapping of the metal and barks of the wolves behind them. The Doctor leapt over a bush, dissapearing into the foliage. Layla hesitated a moment, wondering if she should trust this man, but seeing the snapping jaws of the werewolves in their pursuit, she jumped in after. She didn't see him in the forest, and started panicking. Then a hand came out of a bush in front of her, seizing her arm. The Doctor yanked her into the bush, and thrust a pile of leaves and dirt in her hands.

"Rub it all over you, quick," he instructed. Layla took it, and noticed the Doctor had dirt on his face, leaves in his hair, and little twigs stuck to his coat. But without hesitation she began rubbing the stuff over her. She stopped dead when she heard a twig crack, and the Doctor's hand landed on hers. Layla looked at his face, and he held a finger over his lips. She stayed still, her hand still in midair, not daring to move. She could see through the bush, the three werewolves slowly walking. She tensed as they walked slowly, and stopped to sniff the bush. But they kept walking. Layla didn't dare move, until a minute later.

"I reckon they're gone," The Doctor said to Layla.

"How did you know to do that, the scent blocking with dirt?" Layla asked, dropping her handful.

"Well, experience," he answered, smiling. He helped Layla out of the bush, and they began walking back to town.

"This is a problem," he started talking, "this supermoon must be making these werwolves go crazy, giving them more power. I have never seen such insanity in ones eyes."

Layla just nodded along. The Doctor mumbled to himself, and rubbed his forehead. "They probably are influenced," he added, sounding worried.

"How do we stop them?" Layla asked, getting very concerned.

"Well..." the Doctor looked at her, "We'll need to find them and see what they're doing. I can't ask you to come. These things are to dangerous."

"No need to ask. I'm inviting myself," Layla said stubbornly. The Doctor looked into her hard eyes, deciding against arguing. Their gaze broke when sudden winds blew sharply past them, catching her off guard.

"Look at the sky!" The Doctor yelled, his words barely heard before the wind took them away. Layla looked up, seeing the full moon still there, but white clouds streaked the sky, and bright rays of the moonlight pierced down, going into the woods. The sharp winds kept up, making the clouds dance in the sky.

"We need to follow those rays!" The Doctor shouted, pointing to the woods where the light rays landed. Layla saw in was in her side of the woods.

"Well, let's go then," she said, and started running.