For one night, Apollo managed to encourage Simon to let him stay. The next two nights were a lot more rough, he'd been sleeping out on the streets. Now his defence and survival instincts had kicked in, in the city where all the black Dracowolf were hunting him and more were joining, there was a simple philosophy to follow. Keep moving, destroy what you can't control.

He'd become more rugged in the two days he was on the street, not attacking anything but resorting to the kindness of the workers in shops. He'd heard Ema on the rooftop two days before. He figured it was time to return home as the sky turned from the striking, vibrant blue to the orange patterns. Wolf him leapt from roof to roof of the dead city streets. It would be hours before he would get home yet, he'd been hiding on the outskirts of the city.

His stamina would always hold out for hours on end, something Apollo had always used to his advantage. He could run and hide from any black Dracowolf that came his way.

Several hours later he found himself faced by the wooden door to the apartment he shared with the Wrights. His oversensitive ears could hear movement inside and the voices of someone talking.

"Please daddy!" Trucy was crying and her plea came out as more of a scream.

"No!" Her dad thundered.

"Please!" She screamed again. "Polly's my best friend!"

"They're talking about me?" Apollo whispered to himself as he pressed his human head against the door. Even as a human his wolf abilities shone through. His hearing was one of these abilities.

"No! He's not coming back!"

"But why!?"

-x-x-

That was all Apollo could stand to hear. He wouldn't go in, he would leave it for a while yet, keep the danger and fear away from those closest to him. The radio he had stolen from a strange black Dracowolf buzzed in his pocket (as it had been doing most of the day).

"This is Delta-one's base commando speaking." The same metallic voice rang through. He ripped the batteries from the back before leaving back out onto the streets. What were the names of the two wolves who visited me in the home? One and two something… Apollo recalled two strange Dracowolves, one a pure white and the other a very vibrant yellow colour.

"One and Two Tips!" He knew where to find them.

-x-x-

"Apollo!? My you have grown." The vibrant yellow wolf, the female in her human form welcomed him in.

"You're uh…Two Tips right?"

"That's right. Two tips, commander of the elemental Dracowolvian army."

"Where's One Tip?"

"My brother? Oh he's in the kitchen." She turned to fetch him until she noticed the rather poor appearance of the red Dracowolf. "What's happened to you?"

"Attacked by a black wolf." He replied dimly.

There were an equal number of black and white Dracowolf in the world. Like the pieces on a chessboard. Black Dracowolves were famed for their tainted hearts, thievery and killings, the white for the opposite. Each group was usually split into clans or gangs. In this city there were four of each. The Black Dracowolf Rebellion (which Molly belonged to) and the White Dracowolvian Fang were the two largest containing an equal number of wolves. One Tip was the leader of the White Dracowolvian Fang.

Many Dracowolf were born a rainbow of colours. The most unique was obviously the red Dracowolf – the leader of all Dracowolves. The next rarest were the yellow Dracowolf – with the ability to control and channel electricity. They often had unforgiving hearts to enemies and took life seriously. Then came pale blue Dracowolf, Icy hearted, pessimistic animals which could freeze anything upon contact. Next were the dark blue Dracowolf – water was their element and just like the sea they could be tranquil but unforgiving when they have to be. Green Dracowolf came next, calm and carefree like the forest and could cause some serious damage with the nature we see around us. Then there were brown Dracowolf, with the ability to control the Earth beneath our feet, causing earth quakes and sometimes (although rare) volcanic eruptions, these wolves were unpredictable time bombs.

The wolves that could control elements were known as the elemental wolves. Two Tips was the leader of these animals. Apollo, or rather a red Dracowolf was capable of all these elemental powers as well as spewing fire. Young Dracowolf, no matter what colour they are destined to be are born dark grey like Jessica.

They had let him stay and get a decent meal for a few hours until night set in. Two Tips cleansed his wounds before letting him on his way.

"Um…Two Tips, I could be back in an hour or so. Is there any way you could put me up for the night?"

"I'll see what we can do." She assured.

"Time to face the inevitable…" He sighed.

-x-x-

"Get out!" Phoenix screamed, not caring if he woke Trucy asleep on the couch. He pulled the rucksack he had packed with a set of Apollo's clothes from her protective grip.
"Why?" Apollo asked calmly as he stood at his door in his human form.

"I'm not having you eat my daughter you savage beast." He spat as he approached Apollo. By the time 'beast' came from his lips he was inches away from Apollo's face.

"You think I'd eat Trucy!?" Apollo stepped back in shock. "I don't eat humans!"
"Get the fuck out!" He threw the rucksack out at Apollo knocking him back slightly. He slammed the door shut but Apollo managed to stop it by grabbing the door and pushing back.

"Mr Wright listen!" He begged, when Phoenix didn't respond he just yelled. "Fine then fuck you goodbye!" Before pushing the door hard and knocking Phoenix back.

"…Polly?..." Trucy was roused from her sleep on the couch by the sound of his voice.

"Apollo isn't here." Phoenix said sternly, the anger still lacing his voice.

"B-but I heard him."

"I know." He looked at the mark on the door where Apollo had pushed back and Phoenix had let go. There was a large dent where the door had hit a barstool.
"Daddy!" She whined.

"No Trucy. He's gone and I'll kill him if he comes back."

"No daddy no!" She sobbed.

"Go to sleep." He instructed.

"No! I want Polly back!" When Phoenix tried to comfort her she broke away and locked herself in her room.

-x-x-

"Do you remember your parents?" One Tip asked out of curiosity. As a human he was a damn good looking man approaching his fifties. As a Dracowolf he was more muscular than Apollo and always carried a weapon, a small sword with him. As a human, his sister Two Tips was a brown haired woman the same age as her brother.
"No…there's a black hole where my memories were."
"You know you're a half breed right?" Two Tips stared into his brown eyes. "Your mother was a human, your father the previous red Dracowolf to you." Dracowolves could even be born to two human parents.

"That's impossible." Apollo looked into the coffee cup in front of him. "The red Dracowolf is a Dracowolf of any colour picked randomly throughout the world, the gene can not be passed on through blood."

"Well…it couldn't" One Tip replied. "Before you, when the old red Dracowolf died a new Dracowolf of any colour but black that was over 30 was picked randomly. Something about your father made him the perfect red Dracowolf and now you, his only child have inherited that gene through blood."

"When my father died…all I remember was two black wolves and one attacked me after killing my dad."

"That's right…" Two Tips looked ashamed at having to make Apollo relive the event. "The alpha female had consumed the spirit of the alpha male of her clan and then the lieutenant joined to kill your father. He had hidden your mother and you but they found you and ripped a claw mark across your skull, that's probably why you can't remember."

"Consumed?"

"She snatched the soul from the alpha male. He is still alive, she stole him from his body and absorbed his power. It is because of the power overload she has two heads." One tip answered. "You know which clan I'm on about, don't you?"

"The Black Dracowolf Rebellion…" They'd murdered his father, all the more reason to seek vengeance on them.

"Unfortunately, you are not a full red Dracowolf yet." Two Tips pointed to the pale white fur under his chin and chest. "Your small amount of white fur tells me that you have the knowledge and skill but don't have the drink of the red wolf."

"How do I get the drink?"

"It was a recipe carved on an old stone tablet. The Rebellion stole it and your father's old weapon. We've got no idea where the tablet is."

One and Two Tips had given Apollo a lot to think of, more and more he was planning his revenge on the alpha female for both him and his new friend Molly.

AN - Sorry for the late update. Please review. Sorry if you don't fully understand all the info about the Dracowolves and compare yourself to the colours – EvilWaffles xx