Disclaimer: If I owned CSI: Miami, Eric and Calleigh would already be married. They're not, so I obviously don't own it!

Hey people! Okay, my writers block has somewhat been lifted: I have successfully formed a plot for this story! However, my other stories are still being held hostage.

BACKGROUND INFORMATION (PLEASE READ):

Anyways, this is an AU story set in a world where loup garou (werewolves), live alongside humans, but are severely discriminated against, by some people, called the Hunters. However, most people accept them. The basis of the loup garou is taken from Blood and Chocolate (great book, btw), but I have added some personal opinions. I also say that one of the main characters has a similar story to Vivian's (from Blood and Chocolate). Also, the Law of the loup garou is the Law of the Jungle, from The Jungle Book. (Listed after the chapter)

Werewolf Packs live together in secluded communities, generally in woods, where they are free to run and hunt away from humans.

Hope you enjoy!

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Wolfe: Chapter 1

An Unfriendly Flame

By diversity-is-possibility

(Time: 3:00 p.m. Location: Loup Garou Community)

The fire had consumed the entire building. Judging by the findings inside, the building was the infirmary of the disorganized mess of buildings of the werewolf community. According to a random member of the Pack, no one was missing.

Horatio Caine and Frank Tripp stood slightly away from the burned down building.

"Frank, where is the Alpha?" Horatio asked.

"I have no idea. You would think he would care more about one of his buildings being burned down, or the safety of his Pack."

"Yes, you would think." Horatio responded. He scanned the crowd of loup garou looking for someone who stood out among the Pack, like an Alpha would. He could not locate one.

"Um, officer?" a hesitant voice called from behind them. They turned to find a young woman, probably in her late 20s. She had black curls with a gold highlight lining her tanned face. Her hair fell into her green eyes. She was dressed in pair of green pajama pants and a black tank top. A young girl, probably six or seven, was hiding behind her legs. She had brown curls with gold highlights with the same green eyes and tanned skin. The girl was in a pair of silvery shorts with a white tank top.

"It's Detective. Can you tell us the location of your Alpha?" Tripp asked her gruffly.

"Oh, he was injured in the attack. Someone broke into his house and tried to stab his mate. He knocked the blade away and got a stab to the shoulder. The knife was silver." The woman told them.

"Why didn't your Healer patch him up, Miss…?" Horatio asked.

"Luna. Moon. I am our Pack's Healer. The infirmary is where we store the antigen-natree, but it burned up in the fire. We know of a local pharmacy that will give us some. His mate took him." Luna explained.

"And where's your Beta?"

"Umm, our Beta is our Alpha's Mate, sir." The little girl behind Luna tugged on her pant leg. She turned to pick the girl up. Horatio smiled. "Your daughter?"

Luna half-smiled and shook her head. "Niece. She is the Alpha's daughter. Her name is Artemis."

"Hi Artemis, I'm Horatio Caine. How are you?"

"I'm-cough -fine. Just –cough - a little sick. Horatio's a funny – cough- name."

"Does she have smoke inhalation?" Tripp asked, sounding worried.

"No. She has had a cold for the past week." Luna replied. Right on cue, the young girl sneezed and hair briefly grew on her whole body, before fading again. "Anyways, the alpha and beta should be back any minute. They left before the humans, I mean you guys- got out here and it doesn't take that long to get to the pharmacy."

As if on cue, a sleek silver car pulled up. Out of the passenger side came a woman who looked exactly like the one standing in front of them, dressed in dark wash skinny jeans, knee high boots and a silver tank top. That must be the Beta. Horatio thought.

Out of the driver's seat, a shock came over Horatio and Tripp. Out of the driver side came the Alpha…

Ryan Wolfe.

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"Now this is the Law of the Jungle- as old and as true as the sky

And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the World that shall break it must die.

As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk, the Law runneth forward and back-

For the strength of the Pack is Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

Wash daily from nose-tip to tail-tip; Drink deeply, but never too deep;

And remember the night is for hunting and forget not the day is for sleep.

The Jackal may follow the Tiger, but, Cub, when thy whiskers are grown,

Remember the Wolf is a Hunter- go forth and get food of thine own.

Keep peace with the Lords of the Jungle- the Tiger, the Panther and Bear.

And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the Boar in his lair.

When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail,

Lie down till the leaders have spoken- it may be fair words shall prevail.

When ye fight with a Wolf of the Pack, ye must fight him alone and afar,

Lest others take part in the quarrel, and the Pack be diminished by war.

The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home,

Not even the Head Wolf may enter, not even the Council may come.

The Lair of the World is his refuge, but where he has digged it too plain,

The Council shall send him a message, and so he shall change it again.

If ye kill before midnight, be silent, and wake not the woods with your bay,

Lest ye frighten the deer from the crop, and your brothers go empty away.

Ye may kill for yourselves and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can;

But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man!

If ye plunder his Kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride;

Pack-Right is the right of the meanest- so leave him the head and the hide.

The Kill of the Pack is the meat of the Pack. Ye must eat it where it lies.

And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies.

The Kill of the Wolf is the meat of the Wolf. He may do what he will.

But, till he has given permission, the Pack may not eat of that Kill.

Cub-Right is the right of the Yearling, from all his Pack he may claim

Full-gorge when the killer has eaten; and none may refuse him the same.

Lair-Right is the right of the Mother. From all of her year she may claim

One haunch of each kill for her litter and none may deny her the same.

Cave-Right is the right of the Father-to hunt by himself for his own;

He is freed of all calls to the Pack; he is judged by the Council alone.

Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw,

In all that the Law leaveth open, the word of your Head Wolf is Law.

Now these are the Laws of the Jungle, and many and mighty are they;

But the head and the hoof of the Law, and the haunch and the hump is –Obey!"