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Soul stood panting in the clearing; his bones aced and his muscles burned from the forced change (rage change) that overtook him. Anger fueled changes did many things; they made transformation more violent and painful, they made him stronger and his sences more intoned; all of this at a dangerous price.

Fear ebbed at his core as he felt his control over his wolf slipping away. If he couldn't get a hold of his emotions soon, he would end up slaughtering some stupid town dweller to pieces. Standing there beneath the trees just made him even more pissed. 'kill' Body seaming to coil muscle by muscle as the inner voice of his wolf whispered to his soul.

'its not hard. You have done it before. Kill. Kill. Kill. Soul we are HUNGRY' It said as it began to rise into their shared consciousness. 'Let loose'

The trees around him seamed to spin, 'How many times do I have to tell you mutt? I am in control!' He inwardly roared. Launching himself forward with what little control he had left, he smashed his head into pine. The tree shook as a loud crack filled the air, blood trickled down the top of his maw from the gash in his head. Soul stood motionless as he was overtaken by a momentary darkness.

It felt as though he had been out for moments, but when Soul opened his eyes the sun was already low in the sky. He could feel a numb spot on his head where his skull had fractured and healed. With a rush of effort he lifted himself onto all fours, legs protesting with every fraction of a movement. A serge of pride welled in his chest. Soul had managed to control his wolf, and rage while still keeping his lycan form. He didn't give himself long to gloat though, soon he became focused on his task.

Rage had only been one of the reasons that Soul had Black*Star take Maka away. He had far to much to do, and a human, no matter how stupidly brave would have just gotten in the way.

With sleep heavy paws, he moved forward into the rain forest (1) carving a path through the lush green ferns. It didn't take him long before he reached the border marker for his packs territory, and with a sigh of relief, he stepped onto the familiar rock littered soil. His pelt felt heavy with unfamiliar sent. With he only made it three feet into his home turf before rolling around on the ground to purge himself from the foreran scents of unfamiliar, pubescent wolves that ran through the forests near the school.

Rolling over onto his belly Soul kneaded his claws into the soil as he stood to his paws. With a cool glance over his shoulder the white wolf began to stalk away from the border, mind set on his task.

Skepticism flooded his mind as he lowered his head, swinging it back and forth as he searched for a sent. Almost instantly he found what he was looking for.

Rich, scents of coal and pine mixed with soaked river stone made up the musk. A musk that Soul knew almost as well as the back of his paw; Quinn's sent. Soul could picture what the older wolf as he made his way along the border of the packs territory, walking with an air of confidence that surrounded his rusty gray pelt. It brought back memories that Soul became so engrossed in, he didn't even notice that he was no longer alone.

Trough the trees Wes padded slowly to hi brother, his snow white coat making it nearly impossible to hide in his green, brown and black of his surroundings. He watched his younger brother with unreadable ruby eyes before plodding to sit next to him. Mentally he coughed. Soul's hackles shot up before swinging around. Wes chuckled lightly.

'What are you doing Wes, Trying to give me a heart attack?'

'No.' Wes said lightly as he removed his stare from his brothers to look at Quinn's trail. 'I don't want you to be alone for this.' He said again more quietly. ' Besides, someone had enough gal to attack one of our biggest packmates on our own territory and managed to kill him. That alone should give you a good warning on not to go out alone.'

'I will not sit here in our home with my tail in-between my legs as some mutt is running ramped through our land!' he snarled, lips pulling back in a snarl.

'Agreed; which is why we are going to follow his trail.' Wes said standing to shake his pelt. 'While we already have the body back at the den, we never did a full run through of where he was and what he did before he was killed.'

'You didn't burry him yet?'

'You never had a proper chance to say good bye. He was your mentor after all.' With that Wes stalked off through the ferns, leaving Soul to his thoughts. A pit dropped into his stomach as the word mentor echoed in his skull. teacher, friend, mentor, protect. His Wolf thought.

With a new found eagerness he began using his maw to nudge foliage asighed, Soul kept his nose half a foot off the ground while taking in deep breaths of air. Focused completely on tracking he began to stalk along the forest floor, keeping his body close to the ground.

The new spring leaves that hung overhead shifted at the winds touch. Normally finding comfort in their natural symphony Soul now could care less as he followed a trail over the rock and suty soil that this territory boasted.

Soul grunted in irritation as he began to pick up his pace, aggravated by how slow the search was going. He picked up speed, pads pounding the forest floor like thunder, sending dust and dirt flying into the air. Trees seamed to wiz by, and his vision narrowed into focus, peripherals becoming dark and foggy. Weaving through the trees, Soul, headed toward the west side of his packs territory.

Fog started to cover the ground in a white vale, dampening Souls coat. The lush green ferns began to give way to widely separated moss covered rocks covered in moss. Jumping above the fog latent ground, Soul perched himself on a rock, sniffing at the soft moss. Quinn's sent was growing stronger the farther he came to the river that cut through the long since cooled volcanic rock that made the base of the land through Alaska.

The condensation on the trees and rock gave the forest moss a bright popping effect, making it stand out against the dark of the bark. Stretching his head as high as he could to try and see over the fog he tried to figure out where his mentor was heading that evening. Lazy garnet eyes looking out over the peeks of boulders latent with foliage that poked above the misty cover like the peaks of mountains, he shook himself before jumping back onto the ground, bearings re established he charged forward. Almost completely blinded by the fog, Soul pelted through the uneven paths, natural stone walls guiding his path.

As he jumped up a small land bridge, he paused on a large plateau border. As soon as he reached the smooth surface of the top a strong sent of acrid flooded his senses, making him skid to a halt. Brows furrowing, Soul took a deep breath; there was something fromiliar about the smell hinted in the back of his mind, but to his irritation, he couldn't put his finger on it. The only thing soul could tell was that the sent was female, and that there was no fear in the air. Quinn had meat up with her, from the smell of it, and they continued together from here to the river. With the mist as thick as pea soup he could barley see the edge of the woods until he barreled through it. Growling with vicious uncertainly at what he would find, Soul, leaped through the fogs fringe.

Black*Star yawned loudly. The hum of the car motor was beginning to put him to sleep. Maka looked over at the blue menace with curiosity as she drove them to her house. He had managed to turn and sit sideways in the front seat, propping a foot under his left knee to sit comfortably as his head lay half out the window.

"You look like a dog."

"You look like a face." He snorted tiredly, before propping his arms on the arm rest to straiten his back in a small attempt to stay awake. "Gah! I hate cars! They always hum and make too much noise."

Maka laughed at his pout. "I was wondering if you could explain something." The blue haired boy only responded with a murmur of incoherent words. "What happened back at school?"

His eyes half opened at the statement, starring into his lap. "What part? Lunch room or the woods?" He said with an eirily calm and collected voice that was so different from his usual tone. He sounded like a stranger to her.

"Both I guess."

Black*Star took a deep breath before saying anything. It seamed to her that he was talking to someone, by the way his light green, almost cerulean eyes, moved from left to right. He let out a (2)chuff before looking back at Maka who was now watching the road. "Well both had a lot to do with anger. Soul was really pissed and lossed some control over himself…. Well until you stepped in." He said, tilting his head backwards till his nose was out the window. "In the end I guess he couldn't take the rage, so he had a forced change."

"Forced change?" she repeated thoughtfully as Black*Star pulled his head back in to hear her. "But wait a moment I thought that you said he had control over himself in that form, I thought his mentality never changed."

The spaz went back to shifting his eyes, "No. I never really talked to you about this…. Only thing I ever said was he wouldn't normally hurt you." A wicked grin popped across his face, "And for the most part, I don't think he would."

"So then, why?"

"Look at it this way," He said tossing his right hand around to explain, "Werewolves are like two things put together," He pulled out his left and right to hold them up before claping them together. " Human and Wolf in one package but on a more ferocious scale. While a normal wolf would shy away from humans, not even wanting to make eye contact, werewolves tend to be more bold. We will attack, maim and kill with out warning while not under control. Its kind of like a side effect of the animal half bringing to life the barbarian in the humans nature."

"So you guys are crazy?" Maka raised an eye jokingly.

"Kind of!" he laughed. "Every Were has two sides, Human and Wolf, and we struggle to find a balance for both to work together without a problem. You picking up what I am putting down?"

"Yeah… well kind of. Its hard to say I understand when I am not going through it." Nervously she needed the steering wheel in her palm afraid to start an uncomfortable conversation about her current species. Quickly to keep the subject on the typical Were experience she rushed to add, " But from what you are saying it makes me think of having two separate minds in one."

"BINGO!" The sudden outburst of enthusiasm made her swerve into the opposite lain, barley missing a collision with a passing pickup truck. "Sorry Mak's" he said shying away from her furious green gaze.

"Whatever, we aren't dead." Maka said with obvious distaste. "Seriously? The one time there is actually someone on the other side of the road you have to open your big ass mouth!"

"HAH! I keep forgetting that that kind of impact could kill you!" The Spaz broke into an obnoxious laughter while Maka grumbled under her breath.

"Ass."

She looked back at the road, eyes narrowing as the tip of her drive way came into sight. Pulling in she checked the mail box before taking a sharp left to drive around the massive boulder that shielded her house from view. Turning right, Maka, parked infront of the porch. Black*Star hurriedly jumped out, Stretching as if he had been locked in a cage for days. Maka watched him from the car, slowly turning off the ignition she placed her the key in her pocket before sliding out of the door-less jeep.

Black*Star was already leaning on the wall next to the front door, arms folded as he waited for Maka with his up beat expression; she began to wonder if the boy could ever look downcast or apathetic. The thought was short lived however, as a nock on the side of her jeep caught both of their attentions. Maka spun around with a smile thinking it was Soul come back from his little anger fit, but as she meat the cool ruby eyes of her guest the smile quickly faded.

Wes had his back against the vehicle, white dress shirt loosely hung over his tone shoulder making his cool attitude seam like he was actually boasting his apparently fatless body.

'Well… Mucile does burn fat I guess.' She thought before asking friendly, "What are you doing here Wes? How did you even get here so fast?" She stood on the porch refusing to get near the unfamiliar 'were', not out of fear, but of common sense.

Maka noticed him staring at something behind her and turned in time to see Black*Star notion for her to move. Raising an eyebrow, she watched as the blue hair teen made his way to Wes, and to her surprise, put his hand on the subs shoulder before resting his forehead on it. Wes looked down at the boy, placing his own hand on the boys head before Black*Star backed away and hit his chest with a fist. Both turned to the rather puzzled Maka, Black*Star chuckled once embarrassingly while Wes looked at her with kind but strong eyes. Folding his arms, the teacher leaned against the side of her car.

"My shift ended after the lunch period, so I am free the rest of the day. I decided to see if I could find Soul, we had to talk." A crucked smile lightened his face as he continued, "And to answer you second question; you just drive pretty slow." He said mockingly. Taking a step away from the jeep, the white haired man looked up at the house, regarding it with fond eyes. "I see you made adjustments to the house."

"Hardly! My father insisted on 'decorating' the thing. Personally I thought it was fine the way it was." Maka all but sneered while remembering the delay in her move because of Spirits incessant demands of home perfection.

Wes's face became blank. "Is your father around?"

"N-no… he is back in Main, probably chasing after some bar tramp with his man whore friends again." She added quietly, crossing her arms in frustration at the very memory of the man.

Wes's gaze changed to a lazy stare, much like his younger siblings, as he looked at the light brunet. Black*Star stretched before putting his hands behind his head and strutting over to Maka's side.

"Can we go in now? I have been waiting foreves!" He said, tapping her shoulder with an elbow.

"Would you mind if I come in as well, Mrs. Albarn?"

"I don't mind." Walking over to door she grabbed her key that hung around her neck, plunging it into the hole and turning it till she felt the lock snap back into the door. She yawned as she walked in past the opening the kitchen, heading strait for the living room, both guys right behind her, Wes looking around silently taking the interior.

"I don't know why you don't just nock the wall between the kitchen and the living room down. It would make getting to the stairs and food easier than having to walk around it." The teacher said critically.

"I like the feeling of it. Besides the stairs being right next to the second nom-room entrance makes it great for getting water at night."

"I suppose."

"Who cares just so long as there is a place to get food?" Black*Star said opening the fridge and drinking from the cretin of milk.

"Black*Star, You fucking PIG!" Maka screamed, "You don't even live here!" the blue haired boy flinched slightly before putting the milk back apologetically.

"Does your father live here as well?" Wes said looking up to the ceiling and over to the stairs.

"Nope, have the place all to myself."

"How is your mother taking your absence from home?" His ruby eyes where resting on the stairs that led up to the upper level of the house.

"My mother is dead. She died when I was really young. Dad said that it was animal attack." She said somberly.

Wes looked at her in the corner of his eye before strolling over to the couch, sitting with a light huff, the were made himself comfortable; casual air wafting from his presence. "I am truly sorry to hear that."

Fighting back the sadness filling her chest Maka looked at Black*star who was leaning against the counter looking at a peach as if it had three heads. "Hey Black*star?"

"Sup?" he said still looking at the fuzzy thing.

"What was up with that thing you did outside?"

He looked up, scratching his head for a moment in serious thought, "Oh you mean the greeting I gave?" he said pointing at her.

"Yeah, what was up with that? It seamed like you two had a thing going on." She chuckled.

"Hey, hey! The great Black*star only likes the ladies!" they could both hear Wes chuckling from the other room, but the blue haired teen ignored him. "Wes is kinda a big guy, you know?"

Maka looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "EWW! Maka not like that!" He said throwing his hands into the air. "He is just- well- how can I explain...?"

"I am Beta of Stone Talons pack. My father is Alpha." Wes said leaning in the door frame next to Maka.

Looking up at him owlishly she blushed. "Why are you still shirtless?"

"I like to feel the breeze. Now what was Black*star trying to explain?" He asked catching a peach that the blue hared boy threw his way.

"She thought what I did out side was kind of weird." He said picking up a pair from the fruit bowel on the kitchen table and letting his teeth sink into the soft thing.

"Oh, yeah I can see how that would look funny." Wes laughed. "Well, Maka, we have a way of showing respect for individuals who are higher up on the social ranking or just another wolf. We show greetings and show respect physically, and Black*star was letting me know that he follows me when he did that. Also that he respects me as a fighter and wolf. I in return excepted his greeting."

"Why not just say high?" Maka asked as she kept Wes's gaze.

"There is more meaning behind actions for us." He said taking a bite of the peach. "And the way we greet someone is also dependent on how we feel about them. For example lets say if Black*star was greeting a female….hmmm… Tsubaki!" The blue haired teen started to choke on his pare. "Since he really likes her he would greet her by marking her with his sent. This can be deskised as a hug or a shoulder nudge. Some times even rubbing your cheek against hers can be seen, but that is considered weird by a lot of humans so you won't see that too much."

"Hmm. So how does that work? Werewolves and relationships I mean." She asked, watching Black*star calm down after his chocking fit.

"with all do respect Maka, I don't see how that really matters since you are not a wolf. Unless you where thinking about-"

"Wes. If Soul was around to hear what you are saying he would rip your toung out himself." Black*star warned, only to have the man chuckle at his comment.

"Soul has never been able to beat me in a fight." He paused for a moment to take another bite of the peach. " Besides, it was just a question."

Suddenly a rumble seamed to fill the air, making every one freeze, Maka looked at the two guys with wide and confused eyes, as they didn't even breathe. It seamed like an eternity till the sound stopped, and as soon as it had faded Wes and Black*star looked at each other, anger fueling their gaze. All at once they seamed to be in motion, rushing around the corner and into the living room. Wes tossed the couch to the side before running into the garage, re-emerging with a tarp in his arms. Black*star opened the sliding door as far as he could and jogged onto the deck.

"What's going on?"

"Soul got hurt." Black*star said instantly. Hunching over his bones began to shift and brake. For a moment Maka thought that he would make a full shift into a wolf, but he stopped his transformation fairly early. His arms where longer and his face looked wolfish with its long fangs and partially shifted nose. When he spoke again, his voice was deep and barley even human sounding. "Some one is near him right now." He said before a howl stopped them again.

The low tone sent a shiver through her spine. More added into the fold as one by one, voices of wolves that where all over this area made themselves heard. Black*star was shifting his head from left to right as if trying to find a particular call. As yet another, relatively close wolf added its song, he seamed satisfied and added his own harsh voice to the mix.

Wes looked at Maka as he seamed to slightly change as well. His neck shifted slightly before he joined Black*star on the porch. Taking a deep breath, her literacy teacher howled. It was a eerie sound when all of them howled together, and it set Maka on edge when she realized just how many wolves where in her back yard. The forest itself seamed to quake. They howled for only a few moments before everyone seamed to stop. Black*star went back to normal; starring at his beta.

"We need to get ready." Maka looked confused so he added, "They are going to come here."

Forearms extended forward as in full gate, he hit the moist mineral of the Weeping River's shores with light thuds of the paw. Lifting his head up, Soul, sniffed the air before taking a good look at his surroundings. Paying no heed to the sharp pebbles that now pricked at his pads, he moved forward across the glaciar scared rock, red eyes darkening in anger. Blood, blood laid splattered and dried over the stone, it looked like someone's fur was drenched in the stuff and they where tossed around like a rag doll. He noticed a dried paw print and placed he pad on it.

As he took in a deep breath his mind, and inner wolf, shuttered. Fear sent was so thick and hung so heavy in his lungs that he couldn't help but gag. Decay wafted tward him and as he looked up, he could see a wolf laying on its side, even from here Soul could tell he was dead, but curiosity still drew him closer. It was a young gray male who's chest had been shattered, broken ribs stuck through his side. Its head lay barley attached to its body by some of his skin. With a gentle paw, Soul hooked his claws into the dead male and rolled him over onto his belly. From head to tow he was covered in mud, making it impossible to tell who exactly he was.

'Well, well, well. Look what we have here.' Soul looked up, as a wolf came out of the tree line; mud, too, sickened his fur. 'You know, I thought that we were just going to get a group of curious little pups… but this is better.' He spoke as two more wolves nosed their way into the open.

'What are you doing here in our territory?' Soul asked coldly as the fourth came into view.

'Your territory?' the male laughed, 'look guys! This ignorant fuck thinks he owns the place!'

'I do not, my pack does.' Soul continued bitterly, slowly planting his feet as he sized up his challengers.

'Times are changing my friend. A new order will fall over this quadrant and even Death himself will not be able to stop our might. It would be a good idea to join us while you still can.' The wolf rolled his shoulders arrogantly, to Souls surprise. Its not as if the guy had anything to brag much about, his build was average and the only think that he had as an advantage in was numbers.

Souls claws kneaded atop the rock, the wolf in his mind paseing back and forth along his barriers. 'No one is above Death dumb ass. You are starting to get on my nerves.'

'Yeah,' the 'were' said smugly, 'that's exactly what the big guy said before.' The others next to him chuckled.

Unable to hold back the white wolf jumped forward snapping his jaws as he snarled. Quickly one of the other wolves moved forward to intercept his strike.

Still in motion, Soul felt his fangs dig into a mud incrusted fur as he latched onto the wolfs neck, forcing it down beneath his paws. Kicking off of the male with his hind legs, Soul lunged for the lead wolf, digging just about every last one of his teeth into the brutes flesh. Pushing off the ground, he forced the intruder on his side.

"Did you kill Quinn?" he asked in fury. The others watched as Soul held their leader captive; unable to say anything they just snarled. 'Answer or he dies!"

'There are more of us! We could kill you in second-'

'DID YOU KILL QUINN?' He roared, tightening his grip on the males neck letting blood flow down to the ground adding to the already dried red painting. The wolf's back curled as he tried to lift his back legs enough to scratch Souls eyes to make him let go. Its strength was fading fast though, soon all he could do was try and breath. Soul grawned his teeth into the mutts flesh in anger but something digging into his side made him stop. Dropping his pray to the ground, it scrambled over to its pack mates, still gasping for air and in complete disbelief of what just happened.

Soul looked at his shoulder with wide eyes. A small hole stained his fur with blood. He was shot. The burning came quickly, making his entire right shoulder feel like it was on fire. Reeling back he fell to the ground, howling with pain. The others watched him, lips pulled back in wolfish grins.

'We told you, but you didn't listen. There are more of us and we can kill you any time.' They began to circle him jaws snapping as if to getting ready to tear into a turkey. Soul struggled to his feet, only to be knocked down, a female stood over him, coat reeking of mud, her dark brown eyes looked like they were going to skin him alive.

Lifting his back legs he sunk his hind claws into the female's stomach, tossing her off. Another charged forward knocking him on his side and grabbing his muzzle in his jaws, pinning him to the ground. The brown eyed female jumped to the side, biting down on his paw till it crunched in her mouth. Soul took his only free front paw and clawed at the wolf gripping his snout. Feeling his eye punctured by the white wolfs claws he reeled back in agony, paws over his face.

Soul rolled over onto the female, sinking his fangs into the back of her neck till she let go of his pad. Another shot hit his shoulder making him stumble backward, limping on his injured paw. Looking back at the intruders he cursed the cowered sniper, letting out a fearsome roar that seamed to shake the leaves on the trees. Everything went quiet, as the sound echoed off of the rocks, it seamed to travel for miles. Finally out of breath he panted heavily, waiting for one of them to strike.

No one made a move. They all just looked into the air as if hearing something that he couldn't. Then, just as Soul was about to rush into them, a lone howl rose up over the silence; drifting eerily from the distance with a low and powerful tone. Then another, and another joined into the mix forming a coarse. More and more joined in, until a howl sounded right next to the clearing. The intruders seamed to back into each other, huddling together as if they could hide each other.

Soul could hear someone coming, the foot falls of a pack mate in full sprint was one of the biggest relief's that he had ever had. He couldn't stand any more. The pain in his shoulder was too great, it felt as if the bullet was spreading fire through his veins. Before he knew it, he fell to the ground shifting in and out of consciousness. He could hear the howling, he could hear a pack mate running to him. He could also hear the sound of sneakers shuffling over rocks and stop right beside his head. Red eyes shifting up, Soul could see the outline of someone. Sling across their back was a long barreled gun. The very sight of the weapon made his lips curl back.

"Shhh, don't make a fuss, that's the last thin that I need right now. This was just a little message that we wanted to send to you guys. He was right you know… change is coming." Everything was getting too dark, and with a pained breath, Soul, slipped out of concusses.

Some of the forests in Alaska are considered Rain Forests.

Chuff - A chuff comes out more like a "bark/woof" sound. Its usually vocalized when another wolf is greeting a fellow companion, packmate or friend.

Wow the first part was shit lol. Anyway, i needed to ask some people for help. What should i name Souls Father and Mother? simple right? I am thinking about posting a list of names on my profile so people can message, choose and even add on to the selection. Hope that you enjoyed the story so far,

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