Hi all! This is the end of the anime and the beginning of my story. For those of you who don't remember the final I thought that this chapter could refresh your memory (also, needed to understand what's going on from second chapter onwards!). Honestly...I totally forgot about the existence of this anime. It's so good and I totally love it! It's just incredible that I forgot. No wonder this story popped in my mind.

Hope you enjoy, pls R&R 💋

Ps. Yes I know in the real story Toboe is a boy... And that this is fanfic! 😊

-Prologue-

Humans were born from wolves. It was not so hard to believe that, looking at his friends now. The white wolf was walking under the pouring rain, trying to figure out what was left of their old world and what corner of paradise they managed to reach. Apparently none. Earth regenarated, but didn't turn into paradise. The city that surrounded him was just like any other. A regular city, maybe a bit more modern and clean than the usual. But nonetheless, the furthest thing from paradise he could imagine. Vast wet streets full of strangers who didn't know and didn't want to know each other. Nobles drowning in their richness and thugs struggling to see the end of another day.

He was born in paradise. The Rakuen, as wolves used to call it. But then it disappeared, rot and vanished. All was left of it was a world of despair and death. He spent his whole life trying to go back to the Rakuen, where no wolf was hunted and no noble was a danger.

He was really sure that this time he was going to make it back home. THEY were going to make it back home. Because for the first time in his life, after he left paradise, he was not alone. He had found a pack.

Once again, the loner wolf was terribly wrong. Once again he didn't reach the Rakuen, he miserably failed.

But there was a difference from all his other failed attempts. Despite the failure, he still had friends. The pack he had struggled to much to lead, to protect and to bring to paradise was still alive.

Not in their best shape, but out there. Somehow.

Kiba let a small smile cover his face seeing his old chubby friend Hige on the other side of the street, tackling a hot dog vendor. Hige always liked his junk food. Probably the silly habits are the hardest to die.

Everything else might be forgotten, lost and brutalized but the very thing that make us ourselves is always going to be there. Sure as hell, Hige still liked to flirt with every pretty girl he saw, and maybe he still had that relaxed grin on his face, even at the worst times.

All that was Hige, and was always going to be Hige, despite the fact the didn't remember Kiba, nor the rest of the pack. Despite the fake reality he was living in.

That's right. The price they paid for not making it to the Rakuen was oblivion. Every single member of Kiba's pack forgot about him, forgot about being wolves, forgot about their journey. They were living on, convinced that the human life they were carrying was all that they ever had.

But that was good enough. Kiba was content with knowing that they were alive. Doing good, healthy and maybe happy.

He turned around the corner, following a familiar scent. Right in front of a bakery was a runt kid playing with a buch stray puppy cats. Not caring about the teen wolf behind him the kid remained focused on the kittens. Kiba observed the boy, his innocent amber eyes and gentle smile. Toboe was never meant to be a strong and tough alpha wolf, but he was genuine and brave. He still was. The kid was not pitying himself for being on the streets, for wearing a dismissed girlish hat or starving. He was facing life with a smile, he was going to be fine. But he deserved better than this. Of the wolves in his pack Toboe has been the one who trusted him the most. The one which Kiba failed the most.

Giving the back to the pup, Kiba studied the last one of his friends. Tsume, the other alpha of the pack. Enough said, with that. Two alphas never get along. But he and Tsume did, to a certain level. Tsume didn't cast away his pride or his strenght, but still wanted to believe in Kiba and in his dream and let him lead.

The eyes of the teen wolf followed Tsume as he got on a shiny black motorcycle and disappeared in the traffic jam.

It felt cold. He felt...lonely. He, the all proud and mighty wolf who used to think he didn't need anyone. Yes the pack was alive, but they had no memory of him. And Cheza was gone too. That was a certainty, until some noble was going to create another flower maiden. But who knew if that flower was going to have Cheza's memories. Cheza was special. Not only because of her abilities. Kiba really loved her.

The teen wolf raised his gaze to stare into the amiantus sky. He was going to find a way. Back to the Rakuen, back to his pack.

He smiled to himself and ran away, far from that town, far from that sad enpasse. To go back he had to keep going. That's what means to be a wolf.