A/N thanks for the reviews and support.

Wolf11: Thanks for your review my friend. It's okay. You can't change the past. Of course if you have any more don't hesitate to ask.

DarkRavie: Thanks for your review my friend.

WhiteElfElder: Thanks for your review my friend. Ah but if the journey is to get to the mountain what challenges could there be. If the challenges lie in the mountain what is in the mountain? If the challenge is not to get to the mountain but to leave it? We will just have to see.

Kiba's POV

Things had only gone down hill since his clan was destroyed. His fellow pups killed leaving only him alive. He was the protector's son and only heir. Unlike most positions in a clan protectors could change should they choose. Something the Silver Moon clan tried and failed to force. Magic and spirit would not accept such a heinous act.

Instead of being killed when they figured it out he was trapped. Trapped in one of their camps. It wasn't until the last full moon that he dared try to escape. Three days he ran non-stop towards the North. He stuck to his wolf form for fear of his human one not being fast enough.

On the fourth day he stopped to drink at a stream. When he looked up from drinking his heart stopped. A silver fox stood across the stream from him.

Kiba knew from his lessons that the fox was his journey guide. Something he was too old to begin now. His journey should have begun years ago.

The fox said, $Search for Paradise.$

Paradise? There's no such place... as Paradise. Even if you search to the ends of the Earth, there's nothing there. No matter how far you walk, it's always the same road. It just goes on and on.

It was a fool's errand that man clans and humans had fallen to. So many of their brethren destroyed in the effort to find paradise. Humans what despicable creatures.

Without humans searching for paradise there would be more clans. Spirit wolves wouldn't be so few in number anymore.

As if hearing his thoughts the fox said, $Search for Paradise. Follow the scent of lunar flowers.$

Before he could argue with the guide a wind blew. With the direction of the wind the fox's body began to disperse. If he didn't know about the journey he would have thought that he was going mad. That the Silver Moon clan had in fact broken him.

Raising his nose to the sky he scented the air. As the fox had said there was a scent in the air. It was faint but it was lunar flowers all right. Kiba despite never having smelled a lunar flower like all wolves knew instinctively what they smelled like.

To his surprise the scent was coming from the direction he had been going. North. From what he remembered of his studies he knew there wasn't much up that way. Even humans didn't like to spend time out of the ice. Still he could feel a pull in his chest that called him North. Despite his misgivings about paradise he had to do this. He had to complete his journey. Otherwise he would never be accepted anywhere.

Harrison's POV

Three days in the city and he had found nothing. It seemed to be just that a city. The only thing half way interesting about it was that there was a research laboratory. No one knew much about it as far as he could tell. Harrison was pretty sure they didn't want to know.

Walking around the town he had found that the lab was where the scent was comimg from. He could not get near it. There were armed guards at the entrance. Unless one had an identification card or were invited they couldn't get in. The guards also acted as the police in the town. Criminals were taken into the labs underground but few came out.

One of the guards was a blond haired man with mercury eyes. His hair was more of a natural blond than that of the Malfoy's. Despite Harrison being new in town the man gave him a smile when they crossed paths. It seemed he had a gentle disposition. The day before he brought a hotdog for Harrison. Instead of making it obvious the man left the hotdog on a napkin in a windowsill.

Despite having a dislike for humans he wouldn't turn away a free meal. Living off the light and energy of the moon kept him strong. It didn't stop his stomach from feeling empty. Or his throat dry. Water was easier to come across. All he had to do was melt snow.

Trying to save his money wasn't going to get him far either. None of the shops were needing help. Even if they were they weren't taking in a scruffy looking teenager.

After the fourth shop of telling him to leave he was getting downhearted. As he was leaving he bumped into a foul smelling man. The scent was like that of someone who had too much to drink. His hair was a dull brown and he had piercing blue eyes. Ones that made Harrison step back. Those were the eyes of someone who had killed.

While he had come across killers before. His wolf reacted this time in a way it never had before. In fear. This man was dangerous.

The man snarled, "What do you want?"

Harrison shook himself from his thoughts and answered, "Nothing sorry."

With that he left the shop only to run into another solid chest. This apparently wasn't his day for hiding. Before he could fall a hand grabbed his arm. Looking up as he regained his footing he saw mercury eyes watching him in amusment. It was the guard.

The man asked letting go of his arm, "Are you okay?"

Carefully he nodded. The man smiled gently as he said, "Let me buy you something to eat. I want to talk to you about something."

Instinctively he stepped back. Once more Harrison was wary of the man. Accepting a hotdog from the man was fine. Accepting an actual dinner and not knowing his name. No that wasn't happening.

The man said with a sad sigh, "I thought leaving you some food would grant me a little goodwill. I guess not."

Harrison fought the urge to bare his teeth. Hotdogs were fairly cheap and it wouldn't take much for him to run if the man tried something in an alley. It would be more difficult if they were in a restaurant. This guy was likely fairly well respected if not liked in town. All it would take was him claiming Harrison did something. Then it would off to lockup for him.

The man held up his hands in a placating gesture as he said, "I mean no harm..."

He got no further. The door Harrison's back was up against was flung open. Once more he was sent stumbling into the man's arms. Sweating violently he turned only to stop. It was the drunken man from before.

The cold blue eyes looked at them sternly. While they could smell the alcohol from there they could tell thag the eyes were sharp. Sharp as a predator looking for its prey.

The older man snapped to the blond, "Leave the brat be. It's obvious he doenst want to go with you."

His coat opened and Harrison could see a gun. It was some kind of handgun. While small they could kill s human easily. Wolves would take a larger caliber unless it was in a vital spot.

The blond haired man took a step back. All three of them knew if he was to get in a fight. The brown haired man would win. Simply because he had a weapon.

The blond said looking at Harrison, "If you want to hear me out go to the cafe near the gates. Tell them you are eating with Hubb. The will bring you to wherever I'm sitting."

Hubb huh? Harrison didn't feel any ill intent coming from Hubb. Instead he felt honesty. Like he truly wanted to help Harrison. Maybe he would go. If only for another free meal. It wouldn't hurt to hear the man out after all.

Once the blond was gone the brown haired man said gruffly, "Name's Quent. What's yours?"

He lied not wanting to use his real name, "Name's Lukas. Why did you help me?"

Quent said looking him up and down, "I would have a son about your age. Even if your out on your own adults shouldn't take advantage."

He frowned at the choice of words. Would have. Could that mean his son was dead? That would explain the drinking. Any father who lost their child would feel the need to drink. At least the muggle side would. Unless it was the heir of the family he doubted that the wizards would care.

Harrison said bowing his hand slightly, "I'm sorry for your loss."

Quent gave him a hard look before replying, "Don't worry about it kid. The only one to blame are the wolves."

Wolves? Almost everyone thought they were extinct. For this man to publically declare he thought they weren't was unusual. Harrison had a feeling that all was not as it seemed here.

Before he could ask any questions Quent was gone. Running a hand through his dirty hair he left the shop doorway. The cafe near the gates was a nice place. They didn't mind if you sat in it to warm up. The owner tended to look the other way on occasion if the waitresses gave street rats food. Most of the village saw him as a street rat. Not that he cared what they saw him.

When he entered Harrison saw Hubb in the back. The waitress smiled when she saw him. He nodded to where Hubb was sitting. A worried frown crossed her face. Though she didn't stop him when he went to sit across from Hubb.

The waitress took their drink orders. He ordered a coke while Hubb ordered a Dr. Pepper. Harrison was thankful for the times he spent in the muggle world. Otherwise he would have made a fool of himself trying to find something to drink.

Hubb said once she was gone, "Listen I've seen how you started to look for a place to work. With winter coming you will need a place to sleep if you are to stay here and survive."

It was still summer what was he talking about? He would be gone long before full winter set in.

Hubb continued as if he reading his thoughts, "Winter is never really far here. This is about as warm as it gets and only stays this way for a month or two. Then the snow and ice returns. When that happens the lamdscape is nearly impassable. Wherever you are going you won't be able to get there soon if you stay here."

He was worried about Harrison? Why? This man didn't know him. Or anything about him. So why did he care more than any one else had?

"The labs here are needing a new cleaning crew. If you want to make some money I can put your name in. That is if you tell me your name."

Harrison said cautiously, "Name's Lukas. I certainly could use the cash."

It would also give him something to do. While his raven had brought him here he had not seen it since. Whatever his first challenge was lay in this town.

Hubb said nodding, "Nice to meet you, Lukas. Come by the labs tomorrow and I should have an id badge for you. Now that that's out of the way get whatever you like. It's my treat."

The you certainly look like you could use a good meal was left unsaid. In the end he ordered a hamburger with fries. Hubb even let him have a cup of hot chocolate afterwards. While it wasn't like what the house elves made him beggars couldn't be choosers. Hubb paid for the meal and left while Harrison was still drinking his hot chocolate.

As he left the cafe a scent was in the air. It was different from before and it made his blood run cold. The scent of blood was in the air. Wolf's blood.