Man this was a doozy. if you have the time a Review would be nice (puppy face). Anyways continuing the story of TBTNH. enjoy.

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I did a 1700 word chapter. New record for me. Pats myself on back.

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Baraba slowly blinked as a splash of sunlight intruded his face. He growled with annoyance at how late he slept. He made a deep bass yawn as he scratched his ear and side. With slow recognition, he scanned the area as memories flooded back into his mind. He groggily recalled,

" Ran through forest… yep… something I hate deeply… seems right."

He scratched his head as flashbacks of last night's events played through his mind. He froze as his eyes came upon a little ball of blue fur clinging to his body. He swiftly leaped away as if it was a ticking time bomb and cursed under his breath.

"Damn, I'm getting soft," he muttered with a low growl.

"Don't interlope with the scheming mutt brat," as he attempted to feel the hatred that fueled him last night.

"… He's a clever one." He muttered slowly with a hint of fondness.

"Shut up! What did I just say?"

He shook his head with frustration.

"Remember, what cause the death of her?"

"But it was an accident…," he hesitated.

His mind cracked with confusion at this new opinion engraved in his mind.

"I fought against many succubus on the battlefield, and now I'm losing my mind to a blue pom-pom," he raged.

He was responded with a growl in his stomach as hunger gnawed at him. He winced as the pain grew in his stomach.

" I need to kill something," resigning to his stomach. "And maybe… I'll bring something for you too, little nuisance," he thought with his eyes lingering to the now lone cub.

The same eyes became veiled with the lust for blood as the forest swallowed him up and the howl of the hunt sang through the air.

BCPOV(Blue Cub Point of View)

He whimpered softly as his paws reached out to grasp air. He couldn't feel the warmth anymore. He dreaded to open his eyes and feel alone again. He desperately wanted that comforting warmth again, it took away all his sorrows and nightmares. He sniffled as he recalled the smell of it. It was rich in the smell of fresh grass and smelled a bit like the motherly feeling, but it wasn't that. The blue cub dared open his eyes and looked around. He panicked when he didn't see the red werewolf. He searched everywhere in the area, behind trees, under rocks, but he was nowhere. The strange wetness came back to eyes as he failed to find a single trace of him. Maybe the red werewolf couldn't take him anymore … for whatever he did. Maybe he did truly hate him. With his fears confirmed, he trembled as everything began to look darker than usual even though the sun was out. With his face to the ground, he put his paws on his snout as loneliness took its toll. Suddenly, he picked up a scent; it wasn't just any scent, but the scent of the thing that comforted him last night. He grew excited as he inhaled the scent 'till it filled his nostrils to the brink. He began following the scent filled path as he scurried through the forest clumsily. There was a light, a light through this darkened tunnel. With his usual wolfish grin, he galloped past a tree, then another tree, then another tree, and the same looking tree…

BarabaPOV

Baraba stood proudly over the dead carcass of a buck. He bowed to the dead buck with respect with his beaten up body. He didn't usually pick such a large, touch quarry, but listening to his rage made him feel better in the end. He began eating his fill when he realized how long it took him in the hunt. His mind drifted off to the blue cub, which he quickly shook off.

" He won't go anywhere if he doesn't know what's good for him," he exclaimed.

"…But he doesn't know," His mind mused.

" Damn it all."

He began to run, but his tired limbs gave way. Cursing under his breath, he stubbornly walked on. Even through his tired stupor, he was an expertise when it came to smelling. He sniffed through the forest following his own scent trail until he slowly came near their previous resting spot. Then he saw an unusual path of parted grass and broken twigs that connecting to his trail. He estimated that something small made that path, so no harm could of come, probably a rabbit or something. He steps stood stock still as he came across a tiny strand of blue on a single leaf. He quickened his pace as he reached the spot. It was empty. His heartbeat went up a notch as he tried to calm his composure.

" So what he's gone. He finally understood that I completely hated him. Plus, he should of sense that I wasn't gonna take care of him from the start," as he pretended to scoff.

"Then why is there a piece of meat in the pocket of your pants?"

"STOP TALKING TO YOURSELF," he shouted.

" Your not talking to yourself, this is just your better side talking to you," it responded.

" Great I'm growing psychopathic because of that blue kid. MAN, he's clever."

"He's innocent. She loved him"

Baraba barely listened to a single word that the other voice said, but flashbacks were occupying his attention.

Flashback

(Hey, it deserved its own section :P)

The past became alive as each old scene played its part. Helpless and injured he was when he crawled through that forest. All he remembered was passing out and waking up in a warm room looking up at a woman with a face that was carved by angels. They fell in love with each other deeply. The first kiss. The time when he wanted to show how much he loved the woman, and he definitely got his chance. Her angelic voice, " Baraba! We're gonna have a baby. Thanks to you were gonna have a baby." He looked helplessly at her labor, as her struggle proved fatal.The love she showed to the baby even though she was so close to death. Baraba's constant vigil of hatred towards the baby. The flashback replayed over and over the look of his hateful eyes. His hateful eyes compared to her loving one's.

I caused the labor. I caused the pain. I caused the baby. I caused…the hatred.

Back to Baraba

Baraba almost lost his balance as reality hit him. His lackadaisical expression never left him as he slowly sat down. The voice in his head was gone. His voice was gone. He stood there staring at the ground for what seemed like an eternity. He looked at his hand, no his paw, no his killing claw and shook his head sadly. He looked at himself as he realized each aspect of a killer. His claws extracted sharply ready to kill. He smiled sadly at his own reflection in a puddle of blood bleeding from his wounds.

"Something I hate deeply…seems right."

A bigger puddle of blood shimmered and glistened with a deathly pale white as the moon sadly gazed upon its reflection. A single drop of water broke the image shattering the moon. It wasn't raining.

BCPOV

The Blue cub grew excessively tired as he suddenly rammed himself into "the same looking" tree. He was frustrated. He felt like he was getting nowhere and longed for the rich scent he lost. But something else he longed for more than ever was the big, red werewolf. He didn't care if he was hated. He would love to be hated by him again as long as he was there to hate him. He wanted so badly just to be kicked aside again. He never knew wishes came true when he was knocked roughly on his side. He glanced up expectantly with an excited wolfish grin when he was returned with a large bear's snarl. He never seen anything so angry and hungry with its mouth drooling and skeleton figure trying to poke out of its body. The blue cub tried to back away against a tree constantly whimpering as it stepped closer to the unusual prey. The blue cub tried to put himself into submission, but the bear only responded with an amused look. The bear stood to its tallest height ready to lunge and take a bite. Suddenly a quick flash of red fur knocked down the bear. The bear looked submissive and full of shame as he gave an uneasy grin to the red furry. The back of the red furry was turned away from the cub. They haven't even seen each other's faces yet.

"Maybe he is still mad at me?" Thought the blue cub.

But he was glad that the red furry was here. He yipped his excitement for him to be heard and to get attention. He glanced expectantly as the red fur bristled. He was greeted with not a werewolf's face…

But a red bear's.


ooo double cliffhanger one of my favys and many apologies if my story is getting a little to angst because I'm having one of those days. If you think I should continue then cough cough review cough. MAN I'm coming down with the flu or something. ANYWAYYYYS did I say review.

If you want to say something bad then go ahead because I believe there are a lot of mistakes with this particular part of the story, so I understand. So fire away with the tomatoes.