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A/N I still would REALY like at least some form of review I would
really like to know if I'm doing a good job.

I opened my eyes to stand in a field. 'I've never been here before.'
It took me a moment to realize that it was a field of fur, not grass.
Master. I blinked at the voice, I hadn't heard that voice in over a
millennia.
"Lupa?" The question came out as a breathless plea.
Yes Master, I am here. A huge grey/black wolf emerged from the field
and stood before me. My first wolf, my very first, stood to nearly my
chest and was, is, the strongest I had come across since I had found
her.
"You're..."
My body has long since gone but I have remained by your side in
spirit, and here I shall remain until the deed has been done. You
once told me that, could you, you would keep me by your side through
eternity. Here I remain to lead the souls of those that chose the
path I have.
I looked at the field, just noticing the eyes of all those I had
helped. "Why would anyone choose this limbo?"
Limbo, Heaven, Hell: Human word. All there is is life, death and
rebirth. You taught me that, have you forgotten already? Pack takes
care of its own and you ARE the pack. If not for you we would never
have lived to learn that.
Knives. Lupa cocked her head and gave a wolfish grin.
Your cub is calling. Take this. She opened her mouth and a golden
staff appeared, held by her jaws. This is our link to the physical
plane. The staff dropped into my hand and I heard a cry rise among the
wolves, a song of happiness.

"Knives, wake up," I felt myself being shaken, my eyes snapped open
in response. "Stormy Skys!" Crow stumbled back away from my coffin,
"Warn me next time! I hate when you do that."
"What?" I got up to sit on the side of my coffin.
"Your eyes, they're different when you're startled." I blinked at him
and cocked my head in confusion, "Yeah, like that."

"Never look at me with those eyes!" A booming voice said and I had to
shake my head to keep the memory at bay. "I will pluck them out if
you ever..."

The voice finally quieted as the memory faded away.
"Knives? You ok? Your eyes glowed red," he was giving me that
concerned look again. "Have you fed today? You look paler than
normal."
I smiled at the worry in his voice. My eyes glow according to my
mood. If you ever come across me and my eyes go red, death will soon
follow. "I've fed too much in the last few days. Haven't I told you."
"I know, I know, you can go months, years without. You get weaker
though, maybe you should go feed."
"Maybe tomorrow. If you're finished, we should get going," I popped
the cork on the bottle of wine from earlier and let the dry, crisp
liquid slide down my throat. 'Too bad alcohol has no affect on me,
unless my prey is drunk.' Crow gave me a worried look as I stuffed
the cork back in the bottle and let it drop onto the soft lining of my
coffin.
"Are you ok? You look lost."
"Nope, just forgot something," I smiled and clamped my hands over his ears.
"Ouch!" He laid his hands over his ears and found them back to his
normal half point. "I thought you said it was better to be normal."
"That is your normal," I gave him a smile and mussed his hair.
"Besides, I'm taking you somewhere you can learn your father's skill,
you'll be accepted there."
"I'm doing fine on my own," I could here the well hidden wine in his
voice and smiled.
"Sorry Crow, but there are somethings that can't be self-taught." A
thought sent my coffin back into the Between, the Either between
dimensions, where it will be safe. "Time to move on."
"Why is it that you always seem to say that?"
"I pointed to the bag of clothes, "Because, that's all I seem to do.
Get dressed, we'll leave when you're finished." Remembering, I grabbed
my new shirt as he took the bag into the bathroom. I changed my shirt
before he got out, leaving my ruined one on the bed. Something
shimmered in the dying sunlight, catching my attention.
I crouched down and found the object, a gold straight pin. It was as
long as my finger and had the same design on the end as the staff Lupa
had given me. "Knives? What's that?" I felt Crow lay his chin on my
shoulder, trying to se.
"A gift, from an old friend," I slid the pin into my silk shirt, just
above my heart, and stood to my full height. I pointed toward the red
tinged doorway in silence, Crow took my hand and led me through it.
As I stepped through I felt myself being pulled and held onto Crow as
we were dropped into the middle of, a rather busy, street. I turned to
make sure he landed on me and quickly thought of the safe sidewalk, we
appeared there just as a car drove over the spot we had been at. "You
alright?" I didn't bother trying to right him, just let him cling to
me.
"What happened? You never dropped us like that before," Crow finally
let me go and helped me to my feet.
"That happens at least once a year. Two travellers try to jump at the
same time, it switches our destinations," I glanced around. 'Wasn't I
just here? Did we even jump or just move in the same demention?'
"How many can travel like you?" Crow glanced around at the now
staring people. "Ka?!"
"I don't think he made the jump. I think we should dissapear," Crow
looked at me, pure panic. I smiled and laid my hand on his shoulder.
"Anywhere but here.' "More than there should be," I held onto Crow as
he looked down at the ant sized cars, the thought had put us on a
skyscraper, higher than any Human could see. "Now, I just ned to find
out who and where they are."
"How hard can that be? You said we switched landings, we should go to
where we were headed in the first place."
I couldn't keep a proud smile from emerging, too bad it wasn't that
easy. "The portal is controlled by my thoughts. I was thinking of a
place that would be safe for you to learn your spells, I didn't know
what demention we would end up in."
Crow's jaw dropped, "You didn't know where we were gong?! How could
you 'travel' and not know where you're going?!"
I covered my ear, "No need to shout. I only know a faction of the
dementions, there are billions of different times and places. I
couldn't know them all, even if I lived 'til the end of time!"
Crow dropped his head in defeat, "Can you at least bring Ka here?"
"Ka.." it came out as a crow's cah. A portal opened as he flew to
perch on Crow's shoulder.
"You did something to him," Crow ran his hand down Ka's back. "He,
feels, different," he looked up at me, that preditory look he had
given me when I had first found him. "May I have a piece of you?" I
blinked in utter confusion. Before I could ask what, he quickly
plucked out some of my hair, "This should do."
"Ouch," I rubbed the tender spot as Crow smiled and wove the hair
into a band. "What was that for?"
"Revenge mostly, I only needed one," he slid the band over Ka's head.
"Scout," to my surprise Ka flew away, through a portal. "You can
understand him, open your senses and let him lead you."
"If that was just a way for him to 'travel', we could've just skirted
through portals until we found the right one," the wind picked up and
I had to set Crow onto a flat, sheltered part of the roof.
"It's not, it's so he can find you," he smiled at me and held up one
of Ka's feathers, "And we can find him."
"What's that mean then?" The feather had a pale glow to it.
"He's found a magic source. Shall we?" He carefully wove the feather
into his hair and took my hand.
"Trust me?" I smiled down at him and he wrapped his hand around my
wrist in response. I stepped off the side and let him have a thrill
before I opened a portal to land in a small wooded area. I looked
around, we were next to a small cave, and felt that odd sensation,
"Crow, I hope you'll forgive me."
"For what?" I quickly pulled him behind me as we were surrounded by
dozens of men and women.
"Getting you in the middle of this," I felt my cloak lengthen and
crawl its way to Crow, it wanted to protect him as much as I did.

Author's Note
Sorry it's so short. I don't get much time to type but I have about
three chapters after this already written so the future is set in
stone at the moment. You only have yourselves to blame. You never
reviewed and I got sick of waiting.