The club kept up an amazingly lively beat. The entire tightly enclosed space was filled with barely clothed teens dancing dangerously close to each other. Despite barely wearing any clothes in this club you had to cover your face with a mask.

I had a mask of a dragon on. It was a stunning black dragon with golden eyes, and shining silver horns. I was wearing a shining silver tank top that was always shining and glittering and dark ripped jeans.

Toboe had been telling me his story of seeking paradise while trying to talk over the loud music. I'd been listening while watching some of the dance offs that occurred.

He was in a pair of jeans and wearing a V-neck black t-shirt. He had, now that I looked, some well-defined muscles. He had a white cat mask on. It was insanely cute. When I asked him to pick out a mask, I had expected him to be wearing something fierce, and he showed up with a cat. He'd been hit on by a few girls, but he seemed so terrified that I'd given him an alibi. He was my boyfriend, and I wouldn't hand him over to anyone.

It's not like I cared. I wouldn't see him anymore after this night, so he could be my fake date. He, also, kept the guys off of me.

"So," Toboe asked after explaining his death, "The rest you'll have to talk to the others. I can tell you what they told me, but it won't be as accurate." He leaned towards me, touching the beer that had been served to us, "Aren't we under aged?"

"Wow," I said with a roll of my eyes and held out my untouched beer, "A wolf that actually cares. Anyhow, at this club you can do anything."

"What do you mean?" Toboe asked looking at the dance floor.

I tapped my mask, "Some of these kids I recognize from school. They are nerds, pimple faced, and some have amazing reputations that can't be stained. Here, no one knows who you are. You can do what you want, and not have to pay the consequences."

Toboe seemed to mull over this, "Now I see why you made me get a mask. I thought you were insane."

"Speaking of insane," I said, "How do I know that your story rings true, and you are not insane?" I leaned against the bar counter, "I mean past lives, sure I can deal with that, paradise, I mean its sounds believable, but a noble wolf, a flower maiden, and scientists, I can't believe that."

"Why is that the part you are having trouble believing in?" Toboe asked as he tried to discretely lap up a glass of water.

I leaned back, "Well, from what you tell me it seems that the past is the future. The technology that they used is more advanced than what we use now. Also, wolves have it hard now, but we aren't that rare."

Toboe tilted his head to the side, "You know, that doesn't make sense does it? We'll have to ask Cheza about that." I stretched my arms. I was starting to wonder why they wanted to ask Cheza so many things. To me it seemed that Cheza was a slight airhead.

"Alright, it's time to leave. My spine feels like it's been reshaped into a triangle." I got off the stool, and he followed suit. It was actually hard to navigate through the twisting bodies. There were a few moments where I lost Toboe, and I had to wait for him to catch up.

He was quite easy to find. White wasn't the most common color for masks, and it was easy to relocate him. However, my black mask was quite common, and it was amusing to watch him try to sniff me out. After losing me three times, he grabbed my elbow.

"Lead me out of this, please." Considering how stressed he looked, I brought him to the door safely, and to my car. He let go of my elbow and took a deep breath, "That was way to stuffy. I like the fresh air of the great open spaces much more."

"I'm more of a city wolf myself," I said breathing in the smoky air, "I'm most comfortable here."

I felt Toboe look at me for a long while before he said, "You know you are the same Tsume. That Tsume came with us no matter what kept him. Even if he and Kiba got into a huge fight he'd come with us."

I let out a breath, and let it float towards the sky, "You can't compare me to your Tsume forever, you know?" I turned and smiled, "I happen to be slightly different than him. While I will admit that there are some similarities like our distrust of others, but there are some major differences."

"Besides gender?" Toboe asked.

"Well, that is a big one," I said with a smile, "But I'm content here. I like it here. I don't feel a need to run off to find paradise."

Toboe gave a shrug, "Well, I told you my story, and as promised I will disappear from sight until you seek us out. However, we have paradise to find. We will stay here for one more night before we begin our search." Toboe gave me a single sheet of paper that had a hotel's name written on it.

"If we aren't here," Toboe said simply, "Then you'll have a heck of a time finding us." I rolled my eyes, and slid into the front seat of my car. I glanced back only once to see a wolf disappear down the busy streets. From what I could hear, giving people quite a scare.

After a fifteen minute drive, I pulled into my house's driveway. The house was huge. I'm sure half a rain forest was cut down just to build it. I think it was meant to be the miniature version of the white house.

I closed my car's door as quietly as possible. I opened the front door. From what my eyes could see through the dark, my foster mother was passed out on the floor in front of the T.V. I could see empty beers all over the coffee table.

What concerned me was that I couldn't smell my foster father in the living room with her. His stench was worse than hers. Then my eyes fell onto his figure sitting at the dinner table. I could see the half empty beer bottle in his hands.

I suddenly ducked as the bottle flew at my head. It sailed into the nearest wall.

"The school called," he said with a slurred voice, "They said that you completely ditched. Do you know how that looks on us?" He suddenly slammed his hands on the table, and I was gone, up the stairs and in my room. I almost closed the door on my tail, I was going so fast.

My foster family really tested my patience. I would completely rip them apart if they weren't careful. There were many people who believed that I was a tamed wolf. I did hold back from killing people, I did go to school, but it was because I was laid back, not because I was tame.

I laid down on my bed after locking my door. The window, now opened, blew heavy air into my room. After spending time with Toboe, I wondered what fresh air smelled like. I pulled the paper out of my pocket, and stared at it.

I memorized it within few moments. A wolf's memory was very good. I knew where this hotel was. Well, I knew where the alley they said they were sleeping in that was besides the hotel. These wolves defiantly were country wolves.

The type of wolves that had to be outside no matter what. They were fun, but they had zero street smarts. The alley behind there was a famous pack's territory. They were famous for being cruel, and forcibly stealing female wolves.

Blue hadn't been the most friendly wolf ever, but she had called me pretty. I laid there for a little while. I didn't matter to me if they did something stupid and paid for it. If I stuck my neck out for them I'd wouldn't get anything in return. I wasn't going.

Even after thinking of this I had a hard time getting to sleep. My thoughts went constantly to the strange pack. Something about them being in danger really disturbed me. If, and I mean if, Toeboy was telling the truth about my past life then did that mean they were my pack?

A wolf would never leave her pack. My hand slowly went to my scar, okay, maybe some wolves could.

I'd finally fallen asleep when I was woken up as a bottle of beer smashed into my leg. My eyes flew open, and a huge growl ripped from my chest. I sat on the stomach of my frightened foster father. I knew that my paws were crushing the breath from chest, but I was cranky about being woken up.

"Werewolf," he muttered in his drunken state, "I knew you were a werewolf! The howling in your sleep, the yelping in pain, the eating of raw meat!"

I gave a huff. Drool dripped off my fangs onto his neck. I took a step back. My father reacted within moments, and I took a broken bottle to the head. I rolled off of him, and leapt to my feet. The hit to the head, for some odd reason, made my back leg hurt. When he'd hit it with a bottle it had cut pretty deep.

I could see a broken piece of glass in it. I lowered myself to the ground, and waited. My foster father was swinging the bottle around, and screaming. Finally he stopped. When I saw the opening I leapt. I don't know if it was the impact of his head against the floor, or the bottle, somehow he fell on it and it pierced him between the shoulders, that killed him.

I gave a slight bark. It was supposed to wake him up, but I knew he was dead. I spent so much time as a human that sometimes I forgot that I was a wolf that looked like a human, not a human that looked like a wolf.

I slowly backed away from the dead body.

What was I going to do now? No matter what happened I would be blamed for his death. I would then go to jail. A wolf, as many know, goes insane behind bars. We bit and kill anything that comes near after two months.

If that happened the world would know of the wolves' secrets. As I was wracking my brain for a way out Toboe's forgotten piece of paper caught my attention. I slowly picked it up. I weighed my options. I could just run for it, and live in some remote forest. Then I realized that I had no idea how to hunt anything that wasn't already dead.

I could completely ditch my human form, and find a pack in a faraway neighborhood. There were plenty of murderers in those packs. However, there was a possibility that I would be forced to marry the alpha wolf no matter what he looked like or how old he was.

If that wasn't an option then I could go with the insane pack. I mean they seemed to like me. They had apparently searched for me for three weeks before finding me, and they were prepared to keep on searching for me.

Toboe had been fun hanging out with. Blue and Hige were cute together even if they were in total puppy lovers, and they seemed pretty loyal. Kiba still pissed me off. He was kind of cute, though.

I was slightly horrified with my train of thought. Then I realized that I could think he was cute, but that doesn't mean I like him. Toeboy was cute. Jeremy was cute. I didn't like them either. Despite what people said, I was not dating Jeremy. We hung out together, but we didn't like each other like that.

Jeremy, I thought suddenly, what would that idiot do without me? He hung on me like scared puppy. I don't know when or why he started hanging out with me. He was probably a worse of kid then I was.

He didn't even have a foster family. He lived in friend's places when people started getting suspicious about the kid that hung around the old abandoned house. I stayed in this city just so he could crash at my place.

I didn't think of him as a friend, but he is my responsibility.

I shoved the paper in my pocket. I gave a glance at the dead man, and leapt out my window. Sure I was on the third floor, but when you're a wolf, that's nothing. I landed with a thump. I decided, on a whim, to leave my car.

I wasn't attached to it, and only took it when I had to. I liked walking to school. A secret was that I got insanely motion sick. I could run, but trains, cars, planes, and buses made my stomach roll. I, also, figured that if my car was here along with all of my stuff that they might think that I was kidnapped.

The only thing I brought with me was my bag. In there I actually had a bunch of money, my trusty pistol, some poison, don't ask, knives, and a single change of clothes. They were pretty amazing cool.

No one knew I had this bag. I used it in tight situations. It stayed under my bed at all times. I picked it up in my jaws, and went to search out Jeremy. I didn't know what I was going to tell him, where we were going to go, or what I was going to do, but I figured we'd do it together.

My first guess was at the abandoned house down by the tracks. I made my way there completely as a wolf. It took slightly longer than normal, because after my head cleared from my killer intent, the pain in my leg came into view. I couldn't put weight on it, but the pain was bearable. It didn't occur to me that taking out the glass would be a good idea.

It was so dark out by now that no one knew the difference between a dog and a wolf, so I made my way without being chased by animal control.

I came to the house and couldn't smell anyone there. I jumped up a floor, and balanced myself against the window pane. I jumped through the window, and landed with a soft thump. I sniffed around, but didn't smell Jeremy in this room. Finding him was important, and I could deal with the headache easily.

This house was pretty big, and Jeremy probably hadn't explored all of it. I trotted out the door, and continued down the hallway. I didn't find Jeremy, but I did find a hobo. In the last room, I found Jeremy's room.

It was not at all what I had expected. It was pretty fancy. I mean, I knew Jeremy stole a lot, but this was insane. He had flat screen , stereos, jewelry, and tons of books. That wasn't what concerned me.

The hundreds of pictures of me were what bothered me. There were pictures of me from every angle. The only thing that was reassuring was that there weren't any pictures of me, well, naked. I walked around a little, and to my surprise found about fifteen pictures of myself in wolf form.

"He knows?" I whispered in surprise. Suddenly I was seriously mad. I'd been trying to keep it a secret for such a long time, and he knew? I whirled around, and ripped the pillow off of his bed. I'd been trying to respect his privacy, and hadn't imprinted his scent, but that was all over.

He smelled of sweat, dirt, cheap colon, and something else that reminded me of roses. I closed my eyes and let the scent fill me. Now when a wolf imprints a smell it's like something that's a part of us, like another limb.

Suddenly I could smell his freshest scent. I ran after it. It led me down the stairs, out the door, and down the tracks. I followed it at an uncatchable pace. I came to a busy cross walk, and changed into a human.

I looked around and in surprise I realized where I was. I was across from where Toeboy and his pack were sleeping. For a moment I thought Jeremy must be here to see them, but then common sense took hold.

He probably had a lover in the hotel. I wanted to think that, but I knew better. Someone who knew about me being a wolf had to know about a new pack in town. That was huge news. I slowly made my way to the mouth of the alley.

There stood a huge black wolf, standing over a bleeding white wolf, and sinking his teeth into a struggling Blue. I could smell that the huge black wolf was Jeremy. I gasped in surprise. Jeremy swung his head to look at me.

A single blue and golden eye stared in surprise at my appearance. Toboe stared at me with the blood gushing into one of his eyes. I was at a cross roads.

"Jeremy," I called. Toboe swung his head to look at me. Something close to betrayal in his eyes. The pang of hurt that stabbed through my heart made everything so clear.

Jeremy dropped Blue and turned his scared eyes on me, "Akuma." He whimpered, "This isn't…"

I lowered my head and locked eyes with him, and my shoulder hunched forward with all the gray fur standing straight up, "Lay off my pack."