After getting my computer's hard drive cleaned out and getting everything else in my life sorted out, I'm finally ready to post this story. I should state that the characters and chapter titles are not mine. I had written this a long while ago, but recently watched the last four episodes to note any dialogue and actions that I had forgotten about as I originally wrote the story from my memories.
Chapter One- Where the Soul Goes
Time seemed to freeze to him, much like the frigid air around them. The heavy truck was overturning and Cher was still in it. The ground under the vehicle was crumbling while he stood on solid ground, holding Cheza in his arms. He wanted to put the flower maiden down and pull Cher to safety, but his whole body felt paralyzed as the truck and his love plunged to the hard ground far below.
Freeing himself from his paralysis, Hubb hopped down to the truck via ledges in the icy wall, Cheza still in his hold. A part of his mind was marveling at his agility. He had never been the athletic type, but he was in good shape, nonetheless. He reached the bottom and placed Cheza on the ground as the others arrived. He pulled Cher from the truck which was miraculously still in one piece and working. He laid the blonde doctor on the ground and called her name, hoping she was still alive.
His hopes were answered when she opened her eyes and focused on him. She spoke to him in a tone so soft, he barely heard her. He told her to hang in there. He wasn't a doctor, but he could tell that she was badly wounded. He continued to talk to her, telling her about getting married, having a lovely home with lots of kids and a pet. A white bird, to be precise. Cher's eyes started to close while he talked. His voice trailed off as she drifted in unconsciousness. He called, "Cher? Cher? Cher!" There was no answer. She was dead.
Hubb held Cher's body close to his as he buried his face in her shoulder and sobbed her name. Long minutes ticked by with no sounds except Cher's body tumbling to the ground, Hubb's sobbing, and the wind. The others hung back, letting the man mourn.
Kiba felt sorry for the human. He had lost someone he loved and that was always hard. He had lost his pack and spent a little time mourning them before going on with his life. He looked up to see if the human would get up. He blinked and shook his head. He looked again.
A red-furred wolf sat in front the woman's body, right where the man had been. His head was bowed and the shoulders were hunched. Slowly, the head tilted back and a long mournful howl sounded.
"Whoa," Hige said in a whisper. "He's a wolf too? Why didn't we smell it on him?"
"He could have been a wolf who was born human," Blue said. "Losing the woman is such a shock that it brought his wolf form to the surface."
Hubb sighed as he leaned over to carry Cher's body to the water nearby. He got a shock when he saw paws instead of hands. Bringing one leg up, he swiped it across a muzzle. 'What the hell?' he thought. Heading over to the water, he looked down and saw a red wolf looking back at him. Gold wolf eyes stared back at him intensely. 'How did I become a wolf?'
"Hey, you okay?" a voice asked beside him. Hubb looked over and saw a white wolf beside him. He seemed concerned.
Sighing softly, he answered, "I don't know. I mean, how did I become a wolf?"
"Blue thinks you were a wolf who was born human and losing the woman brought your true form out."
"Makes sense, I guess." He headed back to the body and used his nose to roll her into the water. He stood there in silence for a moment before reassuming his human form and, with the other wolves' help, pushed the truck back onto its wheels.
"So, now what?" Kiba asked the detective.
"I'll come to Paradise with you. That is where you're headed, right?" A nod from Kiba. "Then, I'm coming with you."
After loading Hige, Cheza, Blue, and Quent inside, Hubb slid into the driver's seat and followed the wolves bound for Paradise.
I'm posting a warning here. Some of the dialogue in the later chapters may have been left out or placed elsewhere in order for Hubb's role to fit in better.
