Wolf's POV
Flashback

He had just left the bar when Izumo said that they had let Tatara out on his own. The air was much colder than in years previous at this time. It was at the end of December and no matter how much red aura he used he couldn't get warm. Something was happening tonight.

He tracked Tatara scent to downtown and was about three blocks away when a gunshot rang out. No... He rushed full speed hoping he would make it in time. He didn't even stop to clear the building as he went. He knew exactly where Tatara was. He changed back into his human form in mid run as he barged onto the roof.

Tatara lay bleeding on the rooftop and Wolf rushed to his side. No. No. No. This couldn't be happening. They had taken all the precautions. He immediately put his hands on the man's chest trying to stop the bleeding.

Tatara coughed up blood looking at him with sad soulful eyes. He said bring up a bloody hand to cup Wolf's cheek," Dont... worry... Wolf... everything will... wor...k...ou...t..."

Tatara's hand fell from his cheek just as Izumo and Yata arrived. He didn't even notice the blood that had been smeared across his face. Instead he buried his head into Tatara's jacket and cried.

End of flashback

He sat up quickly in the bed he had been laying on not remembering where he was. He saw someone start next to him but ignored them. He could feel something wet running down his cheeks. When he brought his hand up to his cheek he realized it was tears.

It had been almost a year since he dreamed of his friends death. Almost a year since Mikoto had died. Wolf drew his knees to his chest and buried his head in them. He couldn't deal with this.

He flinched violently when a hand touched his shoulder. He looked across to see the familiar face of Zengo though years young than he was used to. He buried his head back into his knees. He was in no condition to fight the man and he knew it. He couldn't fight Zengo even if he wanted to. The old Lieutenant had a strange uncanny way of calming any scent seeker. Whether they were in Scepter 4 or not.

Even though not from the same time the calming waves he gave off effected Wolf greatly. The fears from the flashback slowly receeded and his breathing slowed. Wolf looked up over his knees at the Lieutenant. The man was staring at him with a curious look. Wolf returned it cocking his head to the side.

Zengo reached out again slowly and carefully. Wolf flinched back but didn't move away. Zengo asked softly," Why do you flinch away from me? I promise I will not hurt you."

He said," I'm not used to comfort after a nightmare."

That wasn't completely true. He wasn't used to comfort from Zengo. He missed his kings. He missed Izumo and Tatara. He flinched at the thought of the strategist. The man didn't deserve what happened to him.

Looking down at his wrists he saw familiar cuffs. They were cuffs that kept clansman from accessing their aura. It wouldn't prevent a king from it though. He could use his black aura that was bubbling just under the surface. He would need a suppressor soon.

The door to his room opened and Jin Hibari walked in. His hand went to where his sword normally lay. Zengo watched carefully with knowing eyes. He turned to Hibari and asked," Captain would you leave for a moment? I believe that i will have an easier time talking to this boy than you will."

Wolf looked at Zengo curious then glared at Jin. He wouldn't talk to this bastard. He bared his teeth in a very wolflike fashion. Zengo's hand tightened on his shoulder. He was grateful that it was his left shoulder not his right.

He watched as the king looked between them before leaving. Zengo asked," How about we start off easy, hmmm? What's your name?"

Wolf said rubbing his arm where his scent seeker tattoo lay," Wolf."

Zengo raised an eyebrow and asked," Wolf? What's your real name child?"

Wolf growled low in his throat as he said," Wolf is my only name. I have don't have any others."

Zengo sighed for the moment accepting his answer. He asked folding his arms," Which kings do you serve? What was he strange Weissman levels meaning when we first found you?"

Wolf gave him a cold look as he said," I serve no one but myself. I have no idea what your talking about when it comes to the Weissman levels."

Zengo looked frustrated as he stood. Wolf watched him with an intense wariness. One that should not be in the eyes of a child. It was a look that Zengo had seen in the eyes of his friends that had seen too many battles. He wondered what had happened to the boy that has given him such a look.

Wolf watched as the man left the room and leaned back on the bed. He was so very tired. He wished that the destruction of the Slates had killed him. He didn't want to go back to the past. He didnt want to face Jin Hibari and the previous Scepter 4 clansman. He wished he had died so that he could have seen Mikoto and Tatara again.

Hibari's POV

He stood leaning against the wall waiting for Zengo to come out. Hopefully his Lieutenant would be able to find out about the child. Speak of the devil. Zengo came out looking slightly flustered.

Jin asked as the door closed and locked behind Zengo," What did you find out?"

He said pinching the bridge of his nose," Not much, Captain. He said his name is Wolf. He also rubbed at his right arm in the middle of his forearm. I think there are more marks than what we know about."

The way he paused made Jin on edge. There was something else. He raised an eyebrow and nodded for the man to continue. Zengo said," He has the eyes of someone who has lost everything. It was like looking into the eyes of a war veteran, Captain. I have never seen a look like that in a child. I think there is more to that boy than we realize. I think that boy isn't a danger to us. More like he is a danger to himself. That boy does not value his life."

Jin paled and looked back at the locked door. What could that child have gone through that he didn't value his own life? Maybe keeping him in the room would not only safen the streets but save a life. Maybe he should get a hold of his friend that specializes in PTSD. It might do the boy some good.

They were on their way up when the alarms went off. They looked at each other in exasperation. They wanted to find out more about the child not deal with the red king. They were almost completely sure it was the red king too. It usually was. But that was their duty.

Wolf's POV

He heard the familiar sound of alarms going off. It set him off. He shifted into his wolf form and hid under the bed he was laying on. :No, no,no. No jungle attack. Please no more. I can't take the fighting anymore.:

He put himself into a far corner with his ears pinned back against his head. He wanted his king's comfort. He wanted to hide somewhere away from the wars between the kings. He has seen too many battles and lost too many people he cared about. Tatara...Mikoto...Izumo...Reisi...

He had lost everyone that he ever cared about. The darkness in his heart was slowly taking control. For once he didn't care. He had nothing to live for anymore so why should he?