Here is the next chapter for you guys. I am sorry for taking this long to get this typed up. It has taken me a different about of time with each different fanfic that I am writing to update. But I am now back and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Now before you get to the chapter I want to thank my beta reader werecat1 for looking this over for me. They are really super awesome and their stories are as great as they are. I am personally reading a crossover between the Hobbit and Skyrim. It is really good, I am so hooked. Another favorite of mine is Nephilim's of Gaia. You can find them in my favorite authors if you can't find them looking them up. : D

Anywho I hope you enjoy this update.

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Previously:

In the last scene he could see himself, his father and three other figures running away from a truck that had been holding one of the other blurred people. Then Zali taking them to a tunnel of some sort where he and the other three blurred wolfs ran off. Coming back to, he turned his head to the side and puked. He could feel his head pounding as he tipped over and fell to his side. Cole and Zali immediately rushed to his side.

Now:

Kiba woke up with a groan. As he sat up he looked around at the wolf's walking around, "You're awake." His golden eyes looked at Mark who was sitting near him, "How are you feeling?"

"Like my head is being split into two." The white wolf responded sitting up to at least have his head up his eyes closed in pain, "God my head is pounding."

The black wolf laughed lightly, "That doesn't surprise me, you did fall to the ground and you parents did tell me they had just told you very heavy news."

Kiba stood to his paws, "Yeah…they did." He walked a little away the red eyed wolf walked with him, "They just told me that…I'm a resurrected soul." Mark's eyes widened, "That I…had a life and I died and got reborn. They…made it sound like I go through the same tragic event every time I am reborn and that it happens every time." Gold eyes looked at the black wolf, "Mark, that means I lose my birth parents every time and there is nothing that I can do to change that."

"Now you might be jumping to conclusions." Mark said walking next to his best friend.

"No, I know I'm not. I've had these same dreams of two wolves dying differently at least once a week. The night before last they dyed in a fire, the week before a tree fell on one making them drown and the other died getting shot by…I think a tree cutter." Kiba said, "My dreams…they are starting to make sense." The white wolf shook his head, "Right before I pass out I saw things that happened in the last life. My dad laughing at me like I was an idiot, the older people of the pack barring that old wolf with me being with three other blurred wolves. Those same three wolfs were there when dad was laughing at me. Then…" Kiba looked at Marks light red eyes, "Then Moss beating me up after I goad them. It is why he treats me like shit."

"Really?" Mark looked a little annoyed, "He treats you like crap because of you past life. Is he an idiot?"

"Is who an idiot?" Both the younger wolves looked at Moss and he group, "I sure hope it isn't me you are calling that."

The black wolf growled at him, "How can you be such a moron?"

Mark would have jumped and attacked the older wolf but Kiba jumped in his way and pushed him back, "Mark that isn't the way to handle this. What he has done is done there is nothing we can do to change that. He has to want to and if he doesn't then it is his fault for burning bridges. If he can't let the past go then so be it." The red eyes looked into the gold of his best friend as the white wolf kept talking. "We…no I have better things to do than worry about a stupid old man and his inability to let the past go. Besides…" The white wolf looked into Moss's own gold eyes, "…it would be my fight not yours."

Moss grinned, "Ah I see your memory is coming back."

"If you are trying to pick a fight then just stop. We as a pack don't have time for it, we are trying to stay ahead of a noble if you don't recall." The young wolf replied taking his human form and walking away. "Mark, come on. We have to get the pack together and let them know what is going on with me just in case I have an episode while out in the field."

The group of older wolves looked at the growing black wolf with red eyes. With am angry sound the black wolf took his human form and walked to stand next to Kiba. In his human form Mark adjusted his fingerless gloves, "Kiba." The spoken to wolf looked at him from the corner of his eye, "I still want to kill him."

"Don't, leave him to me. No need to cause problems when we don't have time for them." The green eyed male groaned but continued to walk in silence recognizing that Kiba would be fine no matter what happened.

Moss watched the two leave. That had not been how he expected the teen to react to having his memories of him back. That was way calmer than when Kiba had told him about paradise in the first place. His time with the pack really did change how he saw the world, not even his memories seemed to change him too much. "Well that was a weird reaction. Isn't he a little to calm about getting those memories back?" One of Moss's friends asked.

"There is no way all of them are back." Moss said tapping his claw against the cold ground beneath him, "He didn't even mention his old pack. Even when we first got our old memories it took awhile for us to get all of them sorted out. He just got his so he is just getting started."

"Do you think it will affect the family relationship he has with Zali and Cole?" The other friend asked.

Moss growled, "No, not with the way they raised him and I have no doubt that Zali or Cole mentioned what happened when they were talking to him."

"So they covered their ground so to speak." The first friend shook his head, "Well isn't that a problem."

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Miles away a grey furred wolf with a an x scar on his chest lifted his head and sniffed the air, 'Damn it, he had to have been here.' His gold eyes looking around, 'Fuck if I could just remember his sent.' "Porky got anything?"

"No." The fuzzy brown wolf with him replied kicking a rock away, "This is stupid. We have even Cher, Hubb, Quent, and Blue helping us out."

"It has to be because we don't know his scent by memory anymore." The grey wolf growled giving an annoyed bark of anger. Then he took a calming breath, "But we can defiantly tell this is where a wolf pack was. It is pretty big from all the smells."

"So even if he is with this pack we wouldn't be able to pick out the scent right away." The brown wolf rolled his eyes, "What a pain."

"We need to head back to the pack and get ready to move. This pack left rather quickly." The grey wolf said walking in the direction of their camp. The brown wolf followed him. Both were annoyed at how long it was taking to find their friend. They didn't think it was going to be this hard and yet here they were three years after finding each other as well as the human and half wolf and they still hadn't found a trace of Kiba. The humans were using their jobs to help them get across to many places that they thought they could find the elusive white furred wolf but it was getting ridiculous to track him.

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Well I hope you all enjoyed the update. I want to let you know before you go about your day that I have the final polling going on for what story I should write next. If you want to place your vote feel free too. I hope you all have a great day. Ta ta, till next time.

(Mark (Male): Mable and Author's pup/child. Black wolf with light red eyes. Human short dark brown hair with green eyes, tan, casual with fingerless gloves)