DISCLAIMER: I do not own, write, draw, edit, or have anything to do with Wolf's Rain except that I am a huge fan. This is also my first fan fiction, so I hope you enjoy it~ Do not be afraid to tell me if something is worng though. Not the best at grammer and spelling... Any how, most of the comments will be to the top. I want a certain effect... Have fun~ Number 1 rule... Be honest... Please...

NOTE: This takes place after the series ends, though no one is sure exactly what had happened before all of that. Legends occurred during these times to explain what had originally happened though the next time the chosen wolf tried to open paradise, he brought with him a small pup that was destined to create the new paradise in the next loop.

Summary: Though an unknown event happened, and the loops have yet to stop repeating. The pup is forever cursed by her coat to bear a destiny she does not wish to have. Rejecting it, she lives through each and every loop, seeming to be the only one who can recall the earlier loops. Only through looking into her eyes can others remember what occurred in the other loops. Eventually, during one loop, she loses her memory, and from that loop on, can only recall her memory through her dreams and certain events. Her instinct and dreams guide her to the wolves, humans, and animals, destined to follow the path with her in order to fulfill the loop and pass to the next paradise. Until then, the loops continue to roll, until the wolf of legend fulfills what destiny has taught her to do. With the aid of characters that are similar to the loop before them, she travels through each loop learning more and more about their destiny. Will she be able to open the door to the next paradise? Or will the loop never cease?

Pre chapter: Last loop's end to the beginning…

The top of the mountain was bloodied, as the silver wolves were torn into by the arctic one. The air was sickeningly cold and bit at even the fluffiest wolves. The sky was a dense grey that chilled the mood of the scene more. The red moon shown bright, begging for more blood to be spilt. The clouds held up the color of thunder and rain, though they did no such thing, the ice was thick, or was it stone with snow, that she could not tell… Blood seemed to stain each part of the ground as though it dominated there. Did there need to be so much bloodshed? The last of the silver wolves was screaming as the arctic one tore out his still beating heart. The bodies of the pack, my family and friends, lay battered and torn to bits about me. They fought so hard to make it this far, only to die the most gruesome deaths possible? Was this what it meant to be a wolf? It had to be. That was what I was taught by my father, the head of the silver wolves. He stepped forward laughing at the gore before him. The arctic wolf threw the heart aside as the blood dripped from his muzzle. He was injured in several places; blood soiled his snow coat. Though no one could tell of whom it belonged to. That tends to happen when you fight an entire pack all alone. Originally, he had friends, a pack; though, they too lay among the dead silver pack. I could still recall all of the death and gore that followed their defeat. They all protected one another, revenged each other, died with a purpose.

"Well, well, well, you have nothing left to live for." My father boasted, as he stepped forward, relishing with sickening pleasure the slight before him.

"You took everything from me." He replied calmly.

"I did. You will not need paradise," The silver wolf replied," I want it to bring my little pup; a new world safe from you filthy mutt breeds." He spat at the arctic wolf.

"You will not open paradise." The arctic wolf responded, "Though your pup is destined to open the next and create a new paradise."

"HAH!" The silver wolf laughed, "I, the all mighty Bluvgon, shall open paradise to save the wolf race from being any more impure than it already is." He boasted as he adding emphasized malice to the last bit.

"If you think you can open paradise; then defeat me in battle." The arctic wolf suggested as he bared his fangs stained with blood. His growl was low and yet still powerful and deadly.

"So be it!" Bluvgon growled as the two locked in deadly combat.

The two ripped into each other, severing tendons, slicing arteries, cracking bones, breaking teeth and claws, and cutting muscle and fur to shreds. Each blow impaling its victim in some sort of fashion. They danced in circles as the two clashed into the center only to part once more. Their final clash had caused the arctic wolf to limp to the ground slightly. Bluvgon had finally caught his back leg. He lunged to the arctic wolf in attempts to end the fight, when a flash of silver crossed his back as he plummeted to the ground with a thud. Frozen stiff, and limp, he could no longer move. He was in shock; no other wolf was around, and his target was right before him. Then the culprit landed in front of him, his own pup.

"WHY?!" He questioned.

She turned to him, a bloody mess of fate. A dark stain on the world, that would forever, and always be, evil and death. He had scared her life, killed her world, and everything that was dear and light. She gave no answer; she thought he would have already known. The arctic wolf limped over to the sacred flower, known as the flower maiden to others. He looked back at her, "Join us? The next loop a waits you." He stated. She walked over to him with her father cursing her, and yet begging me to take the next paradise.

It began to sprout as the silver leader laughed in pain and yet death. The lunar flowers began to bloom once more. "You will take the next paradise! Claim it for the silver wolves like you where destined to do! Spread the blood, hate, gore, and death that the silver can only impale on others! We are the alphas! We are the leaders! We are the silver wolves! And you are…" He coughed up blood as the last words she had heard from the arctic wolf were passed. Then the last words her father spoke forever bore into her mind.

"Silver tail…"