A/N: This is the second chap. I decided to split it because it just flows better this way. Also I changed some stuff. Not much, but some. So read on.

Thanks to: Tsume-Hiei luver for your review. I sent you an email. Hope you got it. If not let me know.

DISCLAIMER:

RenTin: Are you sure I don't own the characters?

Orion: Yes, I'm sure YOU still DON'T own the characters of Wolf's Rain or anything pertaining to it.

RenTin: Do you think it's possible I ever will? looks hopeful

Orion: shakes head No, it will never be possible. Can we just write now? I might decide to disappear again and then there'll be no writing at all, ON ANY OF YOUR STORIES.

RenTin: sighs All right, you are the master.

Orion: Yes, yes I am.

Last time: She could feel herself being lifted and through slitted eyes she managed to make out his face. His jaw was set; he was concentrating, balancing her and the glass jar. Closing her eyes again, she managed to breathe out some words. "I have to get free." His words were barely heard buy her fading ears, but she could just make them out. "You will be." Saida let herself give in to sleep. This was different from all the other times before, peaceful, without any dreams of the wolf. This stranger made her feel safe, like she didn't have to try so hard. 

Saida didn't know where she was or why, but she did know she was no longer cold and her awareness was back to normal, even heightened. She could see the orange and red glow from the fire dancing on the dilapidated wall of the shrine. 'It has to be some sort of shrine,' she thought to herself.

Three columns surrounded her like the points of a triangle. To her it seemed ritualistic, or perhaps some dark magic. But whatever had been there before only dwelled there now in spirit. The ruins were molded and covered in dark moss. Overhead the full moon shown brightly joining the stars in their nightly dance. Saida soaked it in feeling better by the minute. The goddess of night always healed her ales, even more so when the moon was full.

Sitting up words formed in Saida's mind that she didn't understand. But it was like they were calling her, telling her to speak them. So she did.

"I heard today while running through the rain, the wind. It said, 'there's going to be a change.' You set yourself up only to fall again. When will I reach it? When will it end? 'Never,' was the reply I heard. So much weight with just that word. 'Follow me. I won't lead you astray. Follow me. I'll show you the way. Into the night, you'll be there soon. Up to the stars and past the moon. Say these words again and again, 'I will never give up. I will never give in.'"

"That was mysterious." The voice didn't startle Saida this time. She knew he had been there all along. "What's it from?" Saida looked at the stranger's questioning face. "I don't know, somewhere inside of me." The stranger didn't look shocked or stunned at all, only curious.

He began to poke and prod the fire with a skinny limb that had been discarded from the cherry tree standing dormant nearby. Saida moved closer to the fire and watched as each time he poked it, embers rustled up to the heavens. All that could be heard was Nature and the crackle of the fire until the man broke the serene silence. "Do things like that happen to you often?"

Saida didn't rightly know how to answer that. She wasn't even sure she knew what he was referring to. "I'm not sure what you mean?" The man laughed. Saida took offense. She didn't find anything she had said funny and for this stranger to, made her uncomfortable.

He must have seen her disapproving glance, because he quickly tried to make amends. "I didn't mean to offend you. I wasn't laughing at what you said. Well not exactly. I just find this whole predicament kind of funny." He stopped messing with the fire and straightened his features continuing. "I just find this all strange. I feel like I know you, but that's impossible. I feel like I have to be near you. That sweet smell you have; it's intoxicating."

Saida gasped. "What? What is it?" Saida looked around frantically. 'How could I have forgotten?' She scolded herself as her eyes searched the location. But she couldn't see it; even worse, she could no longer feel it. "The glass, what did you do with the glass?" The upset and panicked look on her face was enough to drive any person to worry. The stranger was no different. "It's all right. I didn't think it needed to be close to the fire, so I left it behind the wall. Did I do something wrong?" Saida quickly jumped to her feet and bounded to the spot he pointed to. Sighing heavily she grasped onto the jar and let her forehead rest on its top. "You're alive."

After a few moments passed, Saida returned to the fire. "I know it's none of my business, but why is that so important to you that you'd risk your life?" Saida began to say something, to tell her story, but was stopped at the crunching of footsteps in the snow. Her head snapped in the direction of the sound. The man got up and disappeared through what was left of a doorway.

Saida could smell a new presence, this one seemingly familiar to her. It was as if the thing she had been searching for, for so long, had finally found her. She heard the voice; the very one that had been driving her all this way. 'He is here,' the soft musical voice said.

Saida stayed where she was as the stranger entered with someone in tow. She was hidden by the flames, yet she could see clearly through them. "There's nothing to worry about. He's just a friend of mine. He brought us food and water and warmer clothes. His name's Kiba."

The stranger went to introduce Saida and only then realized that they were never properly introduced in the first place. "I'm sorry, all this time and I never got your name." Saida stood. "Nor I yours. It didn't seem necessary before." Looking at the new addition, the voice spoke to her again. 'Kiba, the one, you have to make him remember what he has forgotten.' Saida seemed at turmoil with herself. She didn't understand what the voice intended for her to do.

"Are you all right?" Kiba asked concern showing in his voice. She realized that she had just abruptly stopped talking. "Forgive me. My name is Saida." Kiba stuck out his hand. "Well, nice to meet you Saida." Looking towards the stranger he continued. "You're right, Tsume, she does have a sweet aroma."

Saida bent her head and laughed. "Tsume, huh, that's a strong name. It fits you. And it's not I who has the sweet smell, it is the flower." Saida held up the glass jar showing the contents more clearly. The perfect lily white flower seemed to glow and sparkle in the moon's light. Kiba and Tsume seemed entranced by it's beauty.

The voice returned. 'He must remember. And so must you.' This frightened Saida. 'Remember who I am? What does that mean?' Suddenly the wolf returned to her in a flash of light. The dream she had been having came to her in her awakened state. It was the same black wolf with the silver ice cold eyes. It beared its teeth as it lunged at her.

Saida screamed out, not sure if anyone could hear her. Just as she and the wolf were about to collide, she awoke in Tsume's arms breathing heavily. "What happened?" Tsume and Kiba both looked confused. "I was just about to ask you that." He helped Saida sit up and she stood on her own. The glass was no longer in her hands, but in Kiba's. He was staring at the flower within. He looked bewitched.

The voice returned to Saida once again. 'Now is the time.' Saida didn't know what was happening to her. She lunged at Kiba bearing her teeth. She didn't know why she was doing this. It was like she had no control over herself. Words again formed in her mind that pulled her to spit them out. With a growl she did so.

"Remember the words of Red Moon. Wolves were born from the "Great Spirit". Paradise holds meaning to the one who seeks it out. The maiden of the flower and the white wolf are forever destined."

Saida became light-headed, but managed to lift herself off Kiba. She staggered away from him and as her vision blurred. She could see the horrified look on his face and Tsume's. 'What happened?' she thought as she passed into darkness.

Saida didn't open her eyes right away. She just focused on the hushed voices. "What is she? And what was all that about the Red Moon?" Kiba shook his head. "I don't know, but I feel like I am supposed to. She's a wolf; she has to be." Tsume made a clicking sound. "Those are just fairy tales told by the nobles. Just something that they can put their blame on for being cursed." Saida could feel his eyes on her. She could feel and hear and smell a lot more than she could before. "Well, in any case I don't think she was going to hurt me."

At that Saida shot up. "I didn't know what I was doing. The voice it had control over me. I would never have hurt you." The two guys jumped up and backwards at her swift movements. Saida turned her head in shame. "I wouldn't. I couldn't." Her voice was low and the last sentence was emphasized as if she were trying to convince her own self that she couldn't hurt them.

Saida looked down at the flower. It was beginning to bloom. Tsume and Kiba moved back to sit down, but were very cautious. "It told me that you have to remember. You had to have heard it calling you. You just had to have. When you were holding the flower did you not hear it? Did you not hear it singing to you?"

Kiba turned his head at Saida's words. "You did. I knew it. So you remember who you are now. You remember what you and I are." Kiba stood up and walked to where Saida was sitting. He looked into her silver eyes. He got so close that their noses almost touched. "We're wolves." That's all he said. Saida closed her icy eyes and breathed. "Yes."

Through all of this Tsume sat on the other side of the fire watching in awe. Right before his eyes he could see them, the wolves. A pure white wolf with yellow glowing eyes, and a wolf as jet black as the darkest parts of the world. Saida looked to Tsume. His breath caught. He rose to walk towards them.

The voice spoke again. 'This one too, is wolf.' Saida silently questioned it. 'What should I do?' The voice didn't respond right away, but left her wondering. Tsume bent down and came close to Kiba. "Is it really you Kiba?" The wolf spoke to Tsume. "Yes, it's me, Tsume. It's like my life up until now has just been a dream. I remember. I remember everything." Tsume was stunned into silence. He could only stare. He turned to Saida.

'Once he looks into your eyes he will remember.' Saida stepped towards Tsume as the voice left her. He was bent on his knees and his eyes met Saida's, golden sun burning into silver moon. At that moment, he knew. He remembered that he too, was wolf. And there in the shrine, four shadows were projected on its last remaining wall. Four shadows, three of wolf and one of flower.

A/A/N: I am currently working on more to this story. It shouldn't be long before I can post another chap or two. I hope this splitting up thing didn't screw with anyone's head. If it did WAHAHAHAHA! clamps hand over mouth I mean... I'm sorry. looks around nervously Um so yeah, if you like, don't like, review. I'll take whatever. Same as always if you have any questions I'll try my best to answer them. Until later ;)