((k, I started this after I had just bought the first DVD -I have seen the whole show- and decided to stick it up here. The little line thingys are dividing the different sides of the story. So they jump from character to character. enjoy and please RnR))

"Wolves, huh?" Alexandra looked up from the report at her partner. "So this kid thinks wolves still exist today? And you said he had been drinking a little." She raised an eyebrow, "exactly how much is 'a little'?"

Her partner, Ramziel, shifted uncomfortably, "Well, he didn't seem drunk, exactly. I mean, he smelled of liquor, but he passed the tests as being pretty much sober."

"And he claimed his grandfather was with him?" Alexandra inquired, looking back down at the report again. "But the grandfather's no where to be found." Ramziel looked hopelessly back at Alexandra. She sighed resignedly, rubbing her eyes as if she was suddenly very tired. "This kid sounds more like a loon than a drunk."

"Do you want a doctor to look into it?" Ramziel offered, trying to be of some help, "I'm sure my sister wouldn't mind if-"

"Fine, whatever," Alexandra interrupted, "Just figure it out." She stood and walked out of Ramziel's office; this was such a waste of time.

Kyle sat in the prison cell; this was such a waste of his time. He let out a sigh, where was grandfather? They needed to go find the hell hounds in this city before they began another rampage; like the one in his town… How he missed everybody.

That stupid detective Ravina hadn't believed him, either. How he hated people like that detective. They all thought he was just some dumb kid that only lived in some fantasy world. But he knew better than anybody. Wolves weren't a fantasy. They were real. They hadn't been killed off. They were still alive; using people, messing with their minds, making them see what wasn't real. But it stressed him out to think about it too much. It was all so complicated. If only grandfather would come to help him. This day was going horrible. He needed a drink.

Iris lay in the shade of a huge tree. The tree was years old, she could tell just by looking at it. It was almost relaxing, under this old tree. But then again, in a city like this, nothing was very relaxing. With all of the soldiers around, the humans running from place to place, the birds gossiping about useless things, and all of those stuck up cats running wild. She didn't even want to think of the dogs in the city. Just being around them made her IQ drop.

The sound of approaching footsteps pulled Iris from her thoughts. She didn't have much strength. She had used all she had to get under the tree, away from the sun. She prayed whoever it was wouldn't bother her. With any luck, they would just think she was a big dog that had gotten into a fight. When in fact she was a wolf.

Raymond Reynolds walked unsteadily down a street. Maybe he really did have too much to drink this time. He saw a huge tree ahead of him. He could rest there for a while before going out to look for his grandson. The boy was foolish, underage, and the only person left of his family and town. He missed everybody from his town. That's why he and his grandson had to track down the demon wolves that had wiped out the town. He was almost positive it was wolves, even if everybody claimed they were all dead.

As Raymond got closer to the huge tree, he could almost swear he could see a dog there. No, not a dog… a wolf! He couldn't believe his luck; he had finally found a wolf! Raymond pulled his hunting rifle from under his coat and aimed for the wolf. It was now looking at him, he was sure of it. His vision may have been a little blurry, but that didn't mean he couldn't kill a wolf. His hand wasn't very steady. It was now of never. He pulled the trigger. He had to hit it!

Azaré looked up from her work as her name was called. She stood as one of her assistants rushed in.

"Dr. Ravina, you need to see this, Something is happening with Riza."

"What?" Azaré asked as she rushed out of her office with her assistant trailing behind her.

"Well…" the assistant hesitated, "It appears Riza has… woken up…"

"What?" Azaré asked in a whisper, stopping in her tracks. "That's… not possible." She had to get to the bottom of this. Her mind was made. She had to figure this out. Azaré started into her brisk walk again. "And the readings?" She asked her assistant, who once again began to follow her.

"Um. According to Jack, she seems to be in a very excited state." Azaré did not reply. The two walked in silence before her assistant spoke up again, "Do you think… I mean, could it be possible that wolves did this?"

"That would help explain Riza's reaction." Azaré replied, "but wolves are extinct. You'd better watch your tongue. If an officer had heard that, you've be sent to jail. They don't like hearing talk like that." The two entered the study room. "The first thing that caused a reaction in Riza was wolf's blood. It would only make sense that a wolf would cause this reaction." All eyes were on her.

"But ma'am," One scientist objected, "Wolves are-"

Yes, I know." Azaré said suddenly. "So, this reaction is completely unexplainable." She looked up at Riza. Her light purply tinted hair, her outfit a light pink, almost white, her skin pale. Her eyes were slightly open, and Azaré saw Riza's eyes for the first time in her life. Both the pupil and iris of her eyes were a pink color. She was blind. "How long ago did this begin?" She asked after a moment.

"About ten minutes ago," One reported.

They all looked up at Riza in awe. All Azaré could say was, "But why?"