Sorry, I forgot the disclaimer! I don't own 39 Clues, but I wish I did. If anyone is wondering, yes, I am Stormfang, but that name was taken. And I did take the collars from Up, but I didn't have any other ideas. Please enjoy my first Fanfiction story!

Amy watched as the Kabras began to move closer. She almost screamed as a wolf leapt in front of them, blocking their path. The Kabras didn't seem too surprised to see it there. It had thick grey fur, sharp teeth, piercing blue eyes, and a thin scar, barely visible, even in the brightest of sunlight. The weirdest thing, though, was the collar around its neck. It was brown leather, and seemed like it would be a pain to have to wear around one's neck all the time. The wolf bared its teeth at Ian and Natalie. They tensed, but barely. Natalie handed her brother her dart gun, and Ian pointed it at the wolf. It narrowed its eyes and pressed its ears forward aggressively. Ian discharged the dart gun. It buried its point into the wolf's flank and the creature yelped, but then it pulled the dart out and spit it onto the ground. Then, it licked blood from the wound and turned to face the Kabras.

"You are fools."

A light flickered on the collar, and Amy realized that the collar took the wolf's thoughts and turned them into human language. The light was red when he spoke.

"Let me guess; River mixed herbs for you that prevented the dart's poised from doing any damage to you. Correct?" Ian said, frustrated.

"Yes," The wolf replied. "Janus are more useful then you think."

Amy gasped. The wolf knew about the Cahills. He was a Cahill. She knew she had to talk to this wolf.

"Storm, why didn't you tell us you moved your tribe from England to Alaska? We used to be neighbors," Ian said smoothly.

The wolf sighed. "My tribe is falling apart. I'm afraid we may have separate. As in," Storm took a deep breath. "live among humans. The only ones not facing disaster is my pack."

There was silence, and then "Bring me to them, Storm. Maybe I can help."

Storm looked at Ian like he was crazy. "Why would you help me?"

"We're both Lucians. We're allies."

"You've never helped me before. Not in seven years. Why should I believe you? I was in Korea and Russia, Kabra. As was Shadow. We were watching you. You're a traitor."

Ian didn't say anything. Storm gazed at him for a moment, a tiny flicker of hope crossing his eyes.

"Well, I suppose you couldn't hurt us more than we are. Follow me," Storm decided, and he turned away, leading them through the thin trees in the snow; right toward Amy's hiding spot.

Amy closed her eyes and tried not to think as the Kabras and Storm drew closer. She could hear Natalie whine under her breath with every step she took with her Prada sneakers in the leaves and mud.

"Silence!" Storm hissed. "You never know when a Madrigal may be lurking in the shadows, waiting for us."

Madrigals! That scared Amy even more and she closed her eyes tighter. Suddenly the footsteps stopped. Amy carefully opened her eyes. The wolf had his front paws propped up against the tree, so Amy could see the coldness in his stare.

"What are you doing here?" He spat. "This is Rain Tribe territory!"

Amy opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

"It's alright, Storm," Ian said. "She's with us. Her name is Amy Cahill."

"Amy Cahill?" Storm repeated. Something about the way he said it sent chills down her spine. "I am sorry," The wolf said. "Very sorry."

"Uh-huh." Amy nodded. Storm jumped down from the tree. "Why don't you join us?" He asked. "You're already here, and our camp isn't far away."

"U-um, I-I don't think-"

"Come on, Amy," Ian purred. "Like Storm said, you're already here."

"B-but-"

"Just come on," Storm pushed. "You're safe now. You're in more danger with your brother in a hotel then here."

Amy looked at Storm, to Ian, then back again. Storm seemed to see what she was thinking. "It's alright. The Cobras won't hurt you."

Ian and Natalie glared at the wolf, but didn't say anything. "Come. You're safe with us. I promise."

Amy nodded numbly, than followed the small patrol.

Rain Tribe's camp wasn't anything like Ian had remembered it. Now, it was an abandoned building with broken windows and chipped paint. A snow leopard was standing guard. The walls were reinforced with brambles. Storm dipped his head to the snow leopard. "Greetings, Snowfur," He said. She nodded in reply. "Storm."

The wolf led them through an old rusted door, or door frame, into what was the living room. Natalie looked disgusted. She squealed as she walked through some cobwebs. "Well, it's nothing special," Storm said. "Actually, it's awful. I can't stand living here."

"Then why don't you move?" Natalie suggested.

"There's nowhere to go," Storm replied sadly. "We're stuck, and starving. This leaf-bare has been especially hard." He glanced around. "Why don't I show you around? I'm sure Rain Tribe would love to see you again."

"A-again?"Amy stuttered. Storm let his ice blue gaze fall on her. "Amy, there's a lot I need to tell you. But now is not the time. Arthur, Hope and Grace warned me to wait until the time is right. Now is not the time to share unknown secrets; secrets even my closest allies and family don't know."

"Y-y-you knew my p-parents and G-Grace?"

"Of course. We were very good friends. We shared a lot together."

Ian and Natalie were gaping at the wolf, and clearly they had no idea what Storm meant.

"Ian and Natalie Kabra. Why am I not surprised?"

Everyone whirled around to face the speaker. Storm dipped his head in respectfully. "Greetings, Shadow. I was just about to hunt you down and ask you to help me show them around our-ah-home."

"Of course," The other wolf replied. "I would love to. Just keep an eye on the Cobras. Even though we are Lucians, I don't trust them. And I know I am not alone."

Her amber gaze flickered over to Amy, who was looking more confused than ever. There was a pause, which seemed to last forever, until Storm spoke up. "Well, let's go. We don't have all night."

He turned, Natalie flanking him on one side, Shadow on the other. Storm snuck a side glance at her. The black she-wolf was the best fighter he had ever known; even better then himself. He hoped-he knew- that she was ready for the challenge. Ready to fight for the lives of the Cahills and the Kabras both. He sighed.

"What's wrong?"

Shadow's voice made Storm jump. She wasn't looking at him, but her left ear was pointed in his direction. He hadn't realized she was listening. "Well?" She pushed, less friendly this time.

"Nothing," Storm replied. "It's just-I don't know if they're ready."

He shot a nervous look toward Natalie, then to Ian and Amy. They weren't listening. Natalie was glancing around disapprovingly, Ian was looking around also, every once in a while shooting an apologetic glance at Amy, who was shaking a little, trying to avoid Ian's eyes. Storm decided that it was okay to continue. "It's dangerous, and Dan and Nellie aren't here. We can't go back for them. It's too late. What's done is done."

It was Shadow's turn to sigh. "You're starting to sound like Irina Spasky," She said. "'What's done is done.' It's too bad she's gone. We grew close to her; she was one of us. We loved her and she will be missed dearly. Forever."

Storm opened his mouth to say something, but Ian cut him off. "Storm, would it kill you to clean up a bit?"

"Yes," Storm said.

"But-"

"Don't question him!" Shadow snarled. "He's our leader. He's always right."

Ian returned to doing whatever he was doing, trying to reach for Amy's hand, Amy pulling away nervously.
"Kabra!" Storm called sharply.

"Yes?" Ian and Natalie responded. "Ian Kabra," Storm said.

Natalie huffed irritably, but nodded and turned away, snorting angrily as she brushed another cobweb away.

"Leave her alone," Storm said, his fur bristling slightly; only Shadow could tell.

"What do you mean?" Ian snapped.

"Amy," Storm said matter-of-factly. "Stop bothering her. She's not in the mood. If you're going to do that, wait until we're not around."

"I'm not bothering her, am I, love?" Ian turned toward Amy, who blushed and looked away.

"Ian," Storm warned.

"What? It's a reasonable question. Now all I want is the answer. Amy, am I bothering you?" Ian asked, smirking slightly.

"Uh-huh." Amy replied, still looking at the floor.

"There. See? Leave her alone now," Storm felt anger beginning to spread through him, threatening to turn and tear the Kabra apprentice to shreds.

Ian sighed. "Alright, I'll leave her alone. For now."

Storm shook his head, trying to clear it. Once again, Shadow made him jump. "Kabra! Storm said stop, so stop!" Shadow yowled.

"What? I'm not doing anything-"

"Ian just listen to them!" Natalie hissed. "You know you can't win! They trained us, and there's much they haven't taught us I'm sure! There's no sense of fighting back!"

"But sister-"

"She's right this time," Storm tried to stay calm and not leap for Ian's throat. "There is much we haven't taught you. And never will." He paused. "Unfortunately, common sense was among lessons we never bothered to teach," Storm muttered coolly. Ian gave up and just walked formally, only stealing side glances at Amy.

Storm and Shadow led them into a room full of dogs and cats, playing and teaching each other new skills. A red and white border collie and a black and white spaniel were wrestling, chasing each other around. Amy noticed a cat in the corner with silver fur. She wasn't sure for a moment, and then..."S-Saladin?" She said. The cat turned to face her. "Amy!" He said cheerfully. "Hi!"

Amy just stood there, staring at Grace's old cat. He came trotting over to her and rubbed against her ankles. "I'm happy you came!" He meowed. Amy picked him up and Natalie sneezed. "Stupid cat," She muttered under her breath. Saladin hissed. "Excuse me, Miss Cobra, but the last time I checked, you were the one on your way to Kyrgyzstan, yes?"

Natalie blushed angrily, but didn't say anything. "I thought so," Saladin purred, satisfied. Amy buried her face in the Mau's fur, trying not to cry. She also recognized Arnold, the Holt's dog, and Buffy(who changed her name to Whitefang), Alastair's dog, but no others. "Wait, Whitefang!" Saladin mewed. "I'm sorry, but I just have to ask. What was it like in Korea, attacking Ian?"

"It was great," Whitefang replied. "Really fun. My new hobby."

Saladin shrugged. "Huh. I'll have to try it some time."

"Uh, no!" Ian yelled, his face turning red. A purr rumbled in the cat's throat, louder then Amy had ever heard him purr, and it made her laugh. Whitefang paused to scratch at her collar. "Ugh. I hate wearing these stupid things. Why do we have to talk to humans anyway?" She growled. She turned and left as Arnold called her over.

"Storm!" Storm whirled around to face Snowfur. "Storm," She breathed. "we can't leave. There's a terrible blizzard, almost impossible to see through."

"Show me." The wolf followed his Tribe mate through the hall and to a broken window. When he returned, he didn't look happy. He took a deep breath before confronting Amy, Ian, and Natalie. "I'm afraid," He began carefully. "we're stuck here tonight."