Bam! Kind of early update! Have any of you seen the latest Grimm episode? Dear lord, the ending. Anyways.

Chapter 6 - Throwing Punches and a Different Kind of Wolf

"The story goes back three hundred years. Every full moon, the howling rings through the valley. The next morning, livestock is found ripped apart and devoured."

"Tales like this just disguise the work of thieves. Steal a sheep and blame a wolf, simple as that," the Captain dismissed .

"But sometimes a child goes missing," Robert continued. "Once in a generation, a boy will vanish from his homestead."

"Are there descriptions of the creature?"

"Oh, yes, Doctor. Drawings and woodcarvings. And it's not merely a wolf. It's more than that. This is a man who becomes an animal."

"A werewolf," Castiel cut in grimly.

"My father didn't treat it as a story. He said it was fact. He even claimed to have communed with the beast, to have learned its purpose. I should have listened. His work was hindered. He made enemies. There's a monastery in the Glen of Saint Catherine. The Brethren opposed my father's investigations," he glanced at the servants. If it were possible, Castiel was even more tense, feeling for his angel blade in his sleeve.

Castiel noticed Angelo gazing out the window, muttering, "Lupus deus est." The Doctor also tensed, noticing Castiel's unease.

"Perhaps they thought his work ungodly," the Queen suggested.

"That's what I thought. But now I wonder," he continued, keeping his eyes on the servants. "What if they had a different reason for wanting the story kept quiet? What if they turned from God and worshipped the wolf?"

"And what if they were with us right now...?" The Doctor said, also looking at the bald men.

"What is the meaning of this?" The Queen demanded.

"Explain yourself, Sir Robert!" the Captain shouted, pulling out his gun.

"What's happening?"

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," Robert said shamefully, "They've got my wife."

"Rose!" The Doctor shot up. "Where's Rose? Where is she? Sir Robert, come on!"

"Tell me, sir," the Captain trained his gun onto Angelo. "I demand to know your intention!"

"Lupus deus est. Lupus deus est."

"What is it that you want?"

"The throne," Angelo quickly disarms him, knocking him unconscious.

The Doctor and Robert started to run down the hall until the Time Lord stopped and turned. "Come on, Castiel!"

"I'll protect the Queen, you go!" The Doctor nodded and ran.

"I take it, sir, that you halted my train to bring me here?" she accused Angelo.

"We have waited so long for one of your journeys to coincide with the moon."

"Then you have waited in vain. After six attempts on my life," she dropped her handbag to reveal a gun. "I am hardly unprepared."

"Oh, I don't think so, woman," he sneered.

"The correct form of address is Your Majesty." Before she could shoot Angelo, Castiel tackled him and punched him in the face.

"Go, your Majesty!" He said, holding Angelo down. Shocked, the Queen nodded and took her leave.

Distracted by making sure she got out, Angelo punched Castiel and flipped him over, and punched him again, breaking his nose. It was bleeding, yes, but Castiel himself wasn't bothered by it. He took out his blade and stabbed Angelo in the stomach and tossed him to the side. He took a breath before getting up and going in the same direction the Queen had left.

Robert turned to hear footsteps hurrying down the stairs, only to see the Queen, "Your Majesty? Your Majesty!"

"Sir Robert? What's happening?" The Queen asked, finally reaching the group.

"I heard such terrible noises."

"Your Majesty, we've got to get out. But what of Father Angelo? Is he still here?"

"Castiel apprehended him and told me to run."

The Doctor and Rose looked at each other. "Is he alright?" the Doctor asked.

"I'm fine," Castiel grunted, reaching the last step with the Captain right behind him. Everyone was slightly surprised at his bloody appearance.

Rose put a hand on his shoulder. "You alright?"

"I'm fine, don't worry."

The Doctor hesitantly nodded. "The front door's no good, it's been boarded shut. Pardon me, Your Majesty. You'll have to leg it out of a window."

Before the Queen could proceed, Robert cut in, "Excuse my manners, Ma'am, but I shall go first, the better to assist Her Majesty's egress."

"A noble sentiment, my Sir Walter Raleigh."

"Yeah, any chance you could hurry up?" The Doctor said, regaining his regular accent. Sir Robert started to exit the window but Castiel pulled him aside so he wouldn't get hit by the bullets fired by the monks. "I reckon the monkey boys want us to stay inside."

"Do they know who I am?" the Queen asked, outraged.

"Yeah, that's why they want you. The wolf's lined you up for a, a biting," Rose explained.

"Stop this talk," she scolded. "There can't be an actual wolf." Everyone's eyes snapped to the stairs that led below as a howl echoed through the manor.

"What do we do?" Rose asked the Doctor.

"We run."

"Is that it?"

"You got any silver bullets?" Castiel thought of his angel blade, but remembered what the Doctor said. Only if it was absolutely necessary.

"Not on me, no," Rose rolled her eyes.

"There we are then, we run. Your Majesty, as a Doctor, I recommend a vigorous jog. Good for the health. Come on!" Everyone turns and runs up the stair to another corridor. No one tries to look back when they hear a crash behind them. "Come on! Come on!"

The Captain turned around and shot the wolf and watched as it recoiled. "I'll take this position and hold it. You keep moving, for God's sake! Your Majesty, I went to look for the property and it was taken. The chest was empty."

"I have it. It's safe," she patted her bag.

"Then remove yourself, Ma'am. Doctor, you stand as Her Majesty's Protector. And you, Sir Robert, you're a traitor to the crown."

"Bullets can't stop it!" The Doctor argued.

"They'll buy you time. Now run!" The rest of the hesitantly agreed, and did as they were told. They turned and ran into the library room. Reynolds emptied his revolver at the werewolf before it pounced and ripped him apart.

"Rose!" the Doctor pulled her into the room.

"Barricade the door!" Robert yelled. Castiel, the Doctor, and Robert worked together to push a piece of furniture against the door.

"Wait a minute," the Doctor commanded. "Shush, shush, wait a minute." There was a sad whine and then silence. "It's stopped," They all listened closely to the sound of the wolf sniffing the door, then walking away. "It's gone."

"Listen," Rose said softly. All of them can hear faint growls and footsteps as the wolf makes its way around the outside of the room.

"Is this the only door?" The Doctor asked.

"Yes," Robert nodded. "No!"

The three run to the door across the room, barricading it also. "Shush," Rose whispered. The same noises reside outside of the room. "I don't understand. What's stopping it?"

"Something inside this room. What is it? Why can't it get in?" The Doctor asked, more so talking to himself.

"I'll tell you what, though," she grinned.

"What?"

"Werewolf," she squealed.

"I know," he nodded excitedly, but Castiel tilted his head. Why was a werewolf a good thing? "You all right?"

"I'm okay, yeah. Are you okay, Castiel? You're a little... bloody," she gestured to her face.

"My nose is broken. But it is not of importance."

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. It's all my fault. I should have sent you away. I tried to suggest something was wrong. I thought you might notice. Did you think there was nothing strange about my household staff?" Robert looked at the three.

"Well, they were bald, athletic. Your wife's away, I just thought you were happy." Why would he be happy with bald athletic men?

"I'll tell you what though, Ma'am, I bet you're not amused now," Rose remarked.

"Do you think this is funny?"

"No, Ma'am. I'm sorry."

"What, exactly, I pray tell me, someone, please. What exactly is that creature?"

"You'd call it a werewolf," the Doctor spoke up, "But technically it's a more of a lupine wavelength haemovariform."

"And should I trust you, sir?" She turned to the Doctor, "You who can change your voice so easily? What happened to your accent?"

"Oh right, sorry, that's-" he winced, trying to regain the Scottish accent back.

"I'll not have it. No, sir. Not you, not that thing, none of it. This is not my world."

"Doctor," Castiel called, looking above the doorway at a carving.

"Mistletoe. Sir Robert, did you father put that there?"

"I don't know. I suppose."

"On the other door, too. No, a carving wouldn't be enough. I wonder..." The Doctor licked the wood. "Viscum album, the oil of the mistletoe. It's been worked into the wood like a varnish. How clever was your dad? I love him. Powerful stuff, mistletoe. Bursting with lectins and viscotoxins."

"And the wolf's allergic to it?" Rose inquired.

"Well, it thinks it is. The monkey monk monks need a way of controlling the wolf, maybe they trained it to react against certain things."

"Nevertheless, that creature won't give up, Doctor, and we still don't possess an actual weapon," Robert said.

"Oh, your father got all the brains, didn't he?"

"Being rude again," Rose chided him.

"Good. I meant that one. You want weapons? We're in a library. Books! Best weapons in the world. This room's the greatest arsenal we could have." He grabbed two books to Castiel and Rose. "Arm yourself."

"Biology, zoology. There might be something on wolves in here," Rose suggested.

"Hold on, what about this? A book on mistletoe."

"A book on magic."

"Some form of explosive," Robert spoke.

"Hmm, that's the sort of thing."

"Wolf's bane, what about that?" Rose asked.

"Look what your old dad found," the Doctor said, showing them the book. "Something fell to Earth."

They looked at the illustration of something falling from the sky. "A spaceship?" Rose guessed.

"A shooting star," Robert corrected. Reading from the book, he continued, "In the year of our Lord 1540, under the reign of King James the Fifth, an almighty fire did burn in the pit. That's the Glen of Saint Catherine just by the monastery."

"But that's over three hundred years ago. What's it been waiting for?" Rose questioned.

"The missing children," Castiel commented, still looking at the illustration.

The Doctor nodded, "Maybe just a single cell survived. Adapting slowly down the generations, it survived through the humans, host after host after host."

"But why does it want the throne?"

"That's what it wants," Rose confirmed. "It said so. The, the Empire of the Wolf."

"Imagine it," hummed the Doctor. "The Victorian Age accelerated. Starships and missiles fueled by coal and driven by steam, leaving history devastated in its wake."

"Sir Robert," the Queen started, "If I am to die here-"

"Don't say that, Your Majesty."

"I would destroy myself rather than let that creature infect me. But that's no matter. I ask only that you find some place of safekeeping for something far older and more precious than myself."

"Hardly the time to worry about your valuables," the Doctor remarked.

"Thank you for your opinion, but there is nothing more valuable than this," the Queen said, taking out a large, white diamond out of her handbag.

"Is that the Koh-I-Noor?" Rose gasped.

"Oh, yes. The greatest diamond in the world," the Doctor nodded.

"Given to me as the spoils of war. Perhaps its legend is now coming true. It is said that whoever owns it must surely die."

"Well, that's true of anything if you own it long enough. Can I?" The Queen nodded and handed it to him as he put on a pair of glasses. "That is so beautiful."

"How much is that worth?" Rose asked in awe.

"They say the wages of the entire planet for a whole week." Castiel tilted his head, examining the diamond. Why would a shiny chunk of rock be so valuable?

"Good job my mum's not here," Rose smiled. "She'd be fighting the wolf off with her bare hands for that thing."

"And she'd win," the Doctor agreed.

"Where is the wolf? I don't trust this silence," Sir Robert said, and Castiel had to agree. He didn't trust it either.

"Why do you travel with it?" the Doctor asked, not noticing Robert's comment.

"My annual pilgrimage," she answered. "I'm taking it to Helier and Carew, the Royal Jewellers at Hazelhead. The stone needs recutting."

"Oh, but it's perfect," Rose shook her head.

"My late husband never thought so."

"Now, there's a fact. Prince Albert kept on having the Koh-I-Noor cut down. It used to be forty percent bigger than this. But he was never happy. Kept on cutting and cutting."

"He always said the shine was not quite right. But he died with it still unfinished," the Queen said sadly.

"Unfinished. Oh, yes," the Doctor tossed the precious stone back to the Queen and Castiel caught it, handing to her. She nodded at him in thanks. "There's a lot of unfinished business in this house. His father's research, and your husband, Ma'am, he came here and he sought the perfect diamond. Hold on, hold on. All these separate things, they're not separate at all, they're connected. Oh, my head, my head. What if this house, it's a trap for you. Is that right, Ma'am?"

"Obviously."

"At least, that's what the wolf intended. But, what if there's a trap inside the trap?"

"Explain yourself, Doctor."

"What if his father and your husband weren't just telling each other stories. They dared to imagine all this was true, and they planned against it, laying the real trap not for you but for the wolf."

Castiel looked at his shoulder as he noticed a bit of plaster dust had fallen on him. He looked up and tensed. "Doctor," everyone else followed his gaze. Before, Castiel had not even looked at the supposed werewolf. This wasn't like the kind of werewolves he was used to. Well, it is an alien werewolf.

"That wolf there," the Doctor kept his eyes trained above him, as did everyone else. The glass of the skylight began to crack under the wolf's weight. "Out! Out! Out!" Everyone shoves the barricade out of the way and runs out of the room and down another corridor.

This episode should be wrapped up quicker then New Earth, since I have had more time to write, I have more stuff done.