This story takes place after the MANGA series of Wolf's Rain NOT THE ANIMATED SERIES, even though Darcia in this story can change into a wolf/human .

I DO NOT OWN Wolf's Rain or BONES characters, the only character I own "for now" is Dalila and, Andrew.

Chapter.2

Healing Hands

The sun was completely gone by the time she roared the Jeep Wrangler up her gravel driveway, leaving a full moon and trillions of stars behind in the night sky. Skidding to a stop she dug into her pocket and pulled out her house keys. Then hit the ground running to the passengers door. The wolf was getting weaker by the minute and if she did'nt get any liquids in it soon the canine was not gonna make it through the night.

She hastily picked up the animals in her arms and began marching toward the long dome house. Bounding up the front porch steps she caused the wolfs head to bobble letting out a soft cry. She automatically apologized as she jiggled her keys, trying find the keyhole in the darkness. The automatic lights then came on and she easily slipped the key into the keyhole. After unlocking it she and swung the door open, not bothering to close it behind her once she entered her home. Making a bee line to the her bedroom she settling the animal on the large size Mammoth dog bed.

Getting up she left the room but returned with a couple of medical tools. Kneeling she placed the canines foreleg on her lap, grabbed a pair of Clippers and began shaving the fur off. After cleansing the furless skin she stuck a Teflon coated catheter in the Cephalic Vein, then carefully wrapped the catheter to the leg with several layers of tape. She then connected the needle to the IV line then connected the IV line to a fluid bag. Standing up she hung the bag on an IV stand checking the proper fluid level in the receptacle and the proper storage of the tip of the IV line.

Leaving she entered the kitchen and grabed a clean bowl from the drying rack, and while filling it with water a headach began forming behind her eyes. From fighting guys off her from work to rescuing Wolves from crambling keeps, it was a long. Exciting. Day.

'I havent had that much excitment since she escaped the University.' She cringed as she thought back to that time.

Back to needles, blood, pain...

When the water fill the bowl midway she turned off the fuacet and re-entered her room. Kneeling she placed the bowl on the stone floor, the sound of steel scraping stone for a moment cause the large animal to stirrer. Careful not to make any sudden movements the young lady watched as the purple canine regain consciousness.

The wolf at first didn't move, and even though she couldn't see its good eye she could tell that it was trying to get its baring. Rapedly blinking the wolf tried to regain its focus on the world around it. Through its right eye all it could see was what look like hills of pillows, and through its left, nothing. A few moments later the purple ball of furs numbness subsided and that was when it noticed the soft fabric it layed on. Stretching its long legs a soft whine seeped through it throat as the animals muscles screamed a protest.

"Hey, dont move quiet yet. Relax."

The honey filled voice came to the big wolfs ears as a warm tingling feeling wash over its body. The wolfish head turned to face were the voice was coming from and even though its vison was still blurry the canine could make out that it was a human. A low growl rumbled deep in its dry throat giving a warning to say away, but as hard as it tried the image stayed in its place.

"Easy there big fella, I'm not gonna hurt ya." She raised a hand to pet the wolfs head.

As the hand came closer the canines growls got louder but with every word the female human spoke the wolfs eye lid got heavier and the urge to attack died a little. Her voice was like a wave of faux fur caressing its skin and when the hand got within biting range the wolf got a nose full of lunar flowers and...

"Hamona!?!" The wolf said in shock.

The purple ball of fur was about to say something more but once her hand began stroking its fur the canine lost track of the world and began drifting off to sleep. Before the wolfs head could land like a stone on the bed the lady caught it and eased it down to the mattress. The last thing that came out of the drifting animals throat were the soft whimpers of pleasure, and to make sure the canine stayed sleep she sung a little lullaby close to its ear and watch as its breathing came to a slow rhythm.

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After the animal was put to sleep the young lady quickly changed her blood soaked shirt then returned to begin cleaning away any dirt from the lost eye, careful not to dislodge any clotting that formed on the wound. As she cleansed the area, the blood and dirt from the animals skull began seeping into the once white clean cloth turning it red and maroon.

Suddenly, she heard a loud knock at the door.

"Dalila, are you in here?" Someone called out.

"Yeah, I'll be right there." She answered back.

Dalila got up, stretched then made her way to the front door.

There in the door frame stood Andrew Rivers, a large handsome man. With eyes as green as a forest and hair as black as a ravens that came down to his broad shoulders, he looked more like he worked for the Chippendales then for the Anchorage Police Department.

"Hi Andrew, what brings you here?" She said as she walked up beside him to close the door behind him.

"Well, I came by to check up on you since its late and you did'nt call, plus your door was wide open and thought..."

As Andrew spoke fine threads of hair spilled onto her face and with a hand placed then back behind her ear smiring blood on her hairline, drawing attention to her bloody hand.

"What the hell?! What happend to you?" He gently grabed her hand, turning it over looking for cuts.

"Dont worry," she tugging her hand away. "its not my blood."

"Then whos are they?" Andrew said, his voice on the edge of concern.

Dalila turned to walk over to her bedroom and motioned Andrew to enter but instead he stood in the doorway. His eyes settled on the purple animal laying in the dog bed.

"Is... is that a wolf?" Andrew questioned.

"I think so, I've never seen a dog this big that isnt a Great Dane, an Irish Woulfhound or a Mastiff." Dalila answered rubbing the sleeping wolfs fluffy neck.

"I found him in some buliding on the ocean, good thing too because the place was fallin apart." Before she could stop herself that last sentence slipped out and she knew she was in trouble.

"You went into a crumbling building, for a mutt. Why didn't you call Pops, why didnt me?" His face on edge as he walked over and settled himself on her bed.

"My phone sucks, I had no sevice and I was too far away to drive back to town for help. Besides I'm alright, I'm still here."

Andrew snorted but said nothing more as he watched Dalila clean the canines lost eye. Then he spoke up again.

"Maybe we should report this to the Nobles."

"What?" Shelook up at him then lowered her head. "You know that I hate Nobles," muttered " They'll probably do to him what they did to..."

"H-Hey, okay, okay." Andrew had to stop her from finishing the sentence, the haunting look in her eyes was just too much for him.

"I wont tell, I hate those guys just as much as you do. Just," He reached down with a large hand and tiled her chin back so he can look into her chocolate eyes. "Dont look like that. Okay?"

She let out a sigh of relief and made a ghost of a smile as her answer.

"Besides," he got up from the mattress and began heading toward the front door. Dalila also got up and followed him. "Rumors going around saying that we owe these guys for bringing the sun back out."

She looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Do you believe that?"

He stopped at the door, his hand on the knob. Turning he gave her a smug look over his shoulder.

"No." He opened the door and walked on out to his Black Hummer H1, causing the automatic lights to turn back on again.

Dalila waited on the porch steps.

"Just be careful when that wolf wakes up. Yeah your helping him, but he wont know that right away." He slid into the drivers seat and slamed the door shut.

"I dont want you ending up like the Grizzily Man." He shouted from the Hummer.

As he manuvering the Hummer to face out of the driveway Dalila cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted back.

"You know that wouldn't happen. Animals are my specialty, especially wolves. Byyyee!!!"

She waved her hands frantically like a goof as Andrew drove out of her driveway. Seeing her actions in the rear view mirror he couldn't help but smile and wave back.

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When she could no longer see the shine of Andrews Hummer in the darkness she stopped her arms mid wave. Glancing at the watch on her wrist she saw that it was nearly half pass Ten, thats when fatigue hit her. She grabbed the woodend railing to keep from falling on her face as a wave of dizziness swamped her. Once her vision cleared she released her death grip off the railing and re-entered her dome house.

She ate light, took a quick shower then headed off for bed. But before going under the covers, on her night stand were several pill bottles most for staying awake. The others for sleep or for pain. Tonight, hopefully, she'll only need the sleeping pills. Popping two pills in her mouth Dalila swallowed them dry then carefully reclined, settling against the plush cushion of her bed. Her head sank into the feather pillows, and she groaned in pleasure. She usually slept with the light on, being afraid of the dark ever since she was a child.

She turned her head to see the wolf still sleeping, then something the canine said, a name.

'Harmona, that name sounds so famillier.'

As Dalila tried to recall where she heard the name from she closed her eyes and a flash of memory went by.

A man bending down over her saying something about her being a project, project Hamona the Maiden. Then another flash, this time she saw herself in a mirrors reflection. She looked younger then she was now, alot younger. In the reflection she was bald, all of her hair gone, replaced by stickers with wires shooting out of them. Younger Dalila looked down and saw a large puppy, wait, a large wolf puppy. As she playing with it, the pup commented that she smelled like Lunar Flowers and that she had a beautyful voice.

Dalilas memories then flash to a man in armor that entered the room. Her body began to tense up, feeling something wasnt right but kept her eyes closed. The puppy she was playing with left her side and ran up playfully towards the iron man, clawing and cubbling over his armored feet. The armored man then bend down and roughly grabbed the pup by the scruff of the neck. The pup yelped and struggled against his grip as he brought it up to her.

Then suddenly with the slice of a blade the innocent puppy was dead, its blood splattered on her and on floor around it.

She didn't want to remember anymore, Dalila struggled to open her eyes again but the drugs were already affecting her.

Flash after flash of blood, needles, and pain went through her mind and the only thing she could do was live through it.

Then everything went dark and the last thing she did was leave a crystals tear behind.

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