Prologue

A/N: This is my first fan fiction on here, so don't kill me if it sucks. Anyway, heres the disclaimer: I don't own Wolf's Rain or anything else that is Wolf's Rain related,

although, I did buy those mangas…

Darkness surrounded her. Blood was dripping from the biggest of the many wounds she had. Bullets punctured her sides and thorns ripped the fleshy pads on her paws. Scanning the area quickly, the she-wolf found a small cave.

"There," she said weakly as she limped over to the cave.

She settled herself on the floor in her wolf form and started licking away at her wounds. She was tired, but she couldn't take the chance of infection. Soon the wounds were free of dirt, her fur was back to its original red, white, and grey coloring, and the blood spilling had subsided a while ago.

Her eyelids were drooping and she felt so tired. 'Maybe my pack will find me and stay here too,' she thought as she closed her golden-amber eyes and fell asleep with her tail over her black nose.

An old grey wolf made his way through his pack to get to the alpha-male. He bowed his head slightly and began to speak. "My daughter, Kasumi, was with us when we were running from the nobles, but after a count of the wolves, we have discovered her missing. We believe she may still be back in that valley and she might be brutally wounded."

The alpha-male scanned his pack. None of the wolves looked well enough to make a journey back to that accused valley after that fight and the lack of food. "I don't think any of these wolves are fit enough to go back, and even if we did, I doubt your daughter is alive after all those wounds." His grey eyes were full of sympathy as he turned away from the older grey wolf and walked among his pack.

The moonlight reflected off of the gun in his hands as he made his way across the valley for the third time, making sure that no wolves were left in the area.

Why should he have pity for them when they didn't have pity for him? They killed his family, but he still had Blue.

Blue's blue eyes scanned the area before scenting an injured wolf. It was almost already dead anyways.

The full moon was high in the midnight-blue darkness, the darkness penetrating all, covering the valley with a dense cloak. Out of the distance came a lone howl, the notes echoed from the mountains, and the depressing note was held as Quent bolted towards the sound.