A/N Thanks for the reviews and support.

Wolf11: Thanks for your review my friend. The light isn't far. After all it isn't just the spirit wolves that still roam. Fenrir isn't the only lunar wolf still out there. Not a trap no. What is in lab remains to be seen.

Guest: Thanks for your review my friend. You are right a lunar wouldn't. A sheltered wolf just might. Though a trap no. Not in the way you're thinking at least.

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Harrison's POV

Hubb stopped alongside him and asked, "What wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Didn't he? No Hubb was just a human with a regular sense of smell. There was no way he could possibly smell the scent of blood in the air.

His heart pounded in his chest. What if it was a wolf he knew? What if this entire proposition was a trap?

Hubb's phone went off. He answered it with a guilty look in Harrison's direction, "Hobb... A what? You can't be serious. It is probably just some big dog. Fine bring it and the man to the lab. I'll deal with them there."

Hubb then turned to him and said, "My apologies, Lukas. It seems that I'm being called away for a shooting in the middle of town. Some nutcase decided to shoot a large dog claiming it was a wolf."

It took all of his self control not to react to the words. Someone had shot a wolf. That someone knew the difference between a large dog and a wolf. This was bad.

Hubb said as if sensing his fear, "Don't worry about it, kid. No one has seen a wolf in over 100 years. They went extinct. I'll still meet you at the lab tomorrow right?"

Harrison gave a small nod. He would be there for the meeting. Though tonight when the moon rose he would break in. A single gunshot would not be enough to kill a wolf. Injure yes. Kill not a chance. They were hardy creatures.

Staying in the town after Hubb left was not an option. His scruffy street rat look would draw too much attention to him. So he went back into the wilderness. The mountain landscape had a few sparse trees and bushes. Nothing that would give him any real cover. The color of his fur would be detrimental to hiding. Black stood out like a sore thumb in the white land scape.

Still the moment he was out of sight of the village he changed. His body elongated into the lean wolf body. His teeth became sharp as knives. If he was attacked he could defend himself easily enough.

Despite being nearly old enough to be considered an adult by human standards he played in the snow. For as long as he could remember snow brought unending happiness. Once he was fully dusted in snow he heard a squack. Looking up he was unsurprised to see the raven. It was a slave driver. Always wanting him to stay in the town. Never telling him what he was looking for.

The raven cawed at him, $Search for the Flower Maiden. Only through the scent of lunar flowers can one find the gateway to paradise.$

Paradise? Wasn't that just a fairy tale? Even Tsume spoke of it like it was an unreachable dream. Wolves still searched for it on their journies. Some came back. Others didn't. Whether they died or if they actually found paradise was the question left unanswered.

He said turning his head to the side in curiosity, $I thought paradise was just a myth. What do you mean search for the Flower Maiden? These are only fairy tales. Legends of a time long forgotten.$

The raven said, $ Search for the Flower Maiden. Only through the scent of lunar flowers can one find the gateway to paradise.$

Then it was gone. Just snow falling dotted the sky now. The bird was more like a ghost than a bird.

A sigh escaped him. Journies weren't supposed to be easy. They weren't supposed to be a wild goose chase either. Paradise. What a load of bullocks.

He turned to look for a place to sleep when he felt eyes upon. No matter where he turned he could not find the source however. Whoever watching him was either under a disillusionment or they were wearing white. Either way he didn't like the feeling and decided to continue on. If he stayed there it would only bring trouble for him.

He went around to the other side of the village. Then he chose a tree that was close enough that he could see the village. While they couldn't see him.

Under the tree roots he choose to make a den. Digging in the snow was fairly easy given the few days of practice. He would have to be careful about how much snow fell overnight. He would not want to be buried alive.

Waiting for night to fall was boring. Sleep did not come easy to him. While he had not had any more dreams about the raven he feared them. Feared what he would see in the dreams. Instead he would watch outside the his den. Once or twice he caught sight of what appeared to be a wolf. It was much larger than himself but too far away to get a good look at. Was it on a journey as well? Or was it searching for someone?

When night fell he left the safety of his den. Snow was still lightly falling around him. He sniffed the air searching for the red wolf's scent. It wasn't there. For whatever reason he could not find that one's scent. A scent blocker was a possibility. The only question was why? He could not allow his mind to dwell on it however. He had to see the hurt or dead wolf for himself.

Sneaking into town was easier than he first thought it would be. The guard stationed was fast asleep allowing the wolf now turned human to walk right past him. Making his way to the lab wasn't difficult until he got to the gate. If he tried to walk right through the gates he would be stopped. If he tried to go in through his wolf form they would shoot him. It wasn't going to be easy trying to get in.

Then it hit him. He could apparate in. It wouldn't be a silent entrance but it was the most likely to succeed. Focusing on the image of the doorway in front of him he called his magic to him.

A soft crack was heard and he appeared in front of the doorway. Then he slipped inside before any of the guards could check on the noise. The scent of the lunar flowers was stronger than he ever smelled before. It was coming from the lower depths of the building. While the scent wolf's blood was much closer.

Harrison followed the scent down the hall only to quickly hide in a doorway. Hubb's voice could be heard close to his hiding spot, "Cher, what do you think of it? Is it a dog or a wolf? Yaiden seemed pretty certain that it is a wolf."

A female voice replied, "I'm not sure, Hubb. At this point it is a little difficult to tell. I've taken some blood samples from it. We should have the tests back by tomorrow afternoon."

Hubb asked sounding slight concerned, "Is it even still alive? I mean it got shot with a rifle."

The woman replied with a sigh, "It's alive for now. If it makes it through the night it will have a better chance at survival."

Footsteps came closer he hid himself farther into the doorway. Only for it to open and he fell inside. Then the door shut as the footsteps passed.

Harrison had to take several deep breaths to calm his racing heart. That had been too close. If humans didn't have such loud footsteps he might have been found out.

Waiting another moment he stuck his head out. Hubb and the woman called Cher were gone. That allowed him to breath a sigh of relief. He knew he had to move quickly. They could return at any moment. If he was caught here he would be in real trouble.

Slowly he made his way to where the scent of blood was coming from. Making sure no one was watching he entered. Harrison's breath caught in his throat at the sight of the wolf.

A male wolf lay on its side in a cage meant for a medium sized dog. If one took away the blood stains it's fur was white as snow. Amber eyes looked up at him. Anger and pain were deep set into the eyes. Someone had hurt this wolf long before he came here. Long before he had been shot.

Harrison said wincing in sympathy, "I heard about wolves getting caught. Never by gunshot though. Are you okay?"

The wolf snarled back, $Back off human. I don't want your kind of help. Tch it's not like you can understand me anyways.$

Harrison's gaze softened as he replied, $I wouldn't assume such things my white furred friend. You never know when you will find an ally in the strangest of places. Like a humans lab for instance.$

Amber eyes widened in surprise at his use of wolf speak. The white furred wolf asked, $You're a wolf? What are you doing here?"

Harrison shrugged and gave a Hige answer, $I just followed my nose. It smelled like something interesting was going to happen here.$

They may both be wolves but that didn't mean Harrison trusted the other. For all he knew he could try to kill him in his sleep. So no he wasn't going to show his true colors. Not yet.

There was sounds in the hallway. If they were going to get out of there, it had to be now. As if sensing his thoughts the white wolf began to attack the bars.

Spirit wolves were far stronger than humans or lunar wolves. Steel bars were easily bent at their attacks. Only silver would keep them at bay, even then it would only be for a short time.

The white wolf made short work of the steel bars. To Harrison's surprise the wolf was mostly skin and bones. It looked like he had been starved for a long time. His heart went out to the older wolf despite knowing the other would never accept his pity.

He whispered, $You need to take your human form. We will never get out with you looking like that.$

The other growled viciously, $ Have you give up your pride as a wolf?$

Harrison sighed, $You're a strange one, all right. But having pride doesn't count for much if you're dead, you know?$

Where did those words come from? Somehow he knew they weren't his own. It was as if they were said to him in another life.

Kiba snarled, $You're lying to yourself, just so you can live a miserable life and die a miserable death in this city?$

Harrison shrugged, $You gotta do what you can to survive. Keep looking like that, and you'll be back here in no time at all. It draws too much attention. Despite my words I know what you are feeling. My mother was a wolf. She used to take me to the forest to run with the others in our clan. I don't have many memories of her but I remember her fur was as white as snow. I guess I got my coloring from my human father. We all have something to hide. If you want to get caught again, fine. I have something to do here and I won't come after you a second time.$

Even with his harsh words he didn't want to abandon the older wolf. There was something familiar about him. A memory prodded at his mind but he couldn't get a grasp on it.

The white wolf however seemed to make his decision. He shifted into his human form. While he was half starved the boy who was the white wolf was tall. He had dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

Before either of them could say anything else there was more sounds outside. They had to leave now. Thankfully there was another door that led to a hallway. Just as they closed it Harrison could hear a gasp. It was time to go. He could go searching for the lunar flowers another night.