I apologise for the sudden change in the last chapter, as I got a head of myself lol and had to familiarize myself with this story once again to resume and correct any errors along the way. Thankyou for the wondrous reviews of raphael's goddess. It was an awesome ride and incredible adventure to write.

They are still at Rachael's ranchhouse, even it has been one year. Due to the dangers of their enemies are still on the look out for them. And I had to re-think of the continuance of the story from where they currently at, from the first story. And yes, it feels awesome to finally have part one completed. Hopefully I will get the second completed then the last three while getting the hamato diaries completed as well.

You guys have been awesome and incredible readers, reviewers and fans including best buddies any one could ask for. I hope you will continue to join me in the continuance of the adventure as you all know, it is mikey's turn with wolfjade.

This time, we will learn about how wolfjade became to be and also I was thinking of introducing a new character that is Rachael's uncle, the brother of her deceased mother. But one little thing, may differ with his interest of partners. Anyway, onward to the following chapter. See you later for now, tootles love ya all, XXX. T…

Chapter 5

Meanwhile…

Back in New York, nothing much has changed. Crime has risen higher since the protectors have left. The NYPD department had become overwhelmed with the constant incidents and endless occurrences around the city. From the petty thefts, to horrendous and malicious acts of those have no remorse to the victims.

Heavily exhaled with a irritated gruff as the chief of NYPD police slammed the folder of evidence down on his desk and sat down, rubbed his eyes while squinting them tightly and exhaled again. Then looked up to the deputy that knocked on his door, inviting him inside and requested the door to be closed behind him.

"Tell me, we have at least found the bastard." Chief Banks asked. Deputy black shook his head and replied as he handed the envelope. "No sir but this was left outside the front door." Chief banks looked to the envelope and slightly pushed himself forward while still sitting on his chair and took the envelope, opening it.

Want to see the girl alive, bring one million dollars to the tenth avenue subway and come alone. At 9pm, or the girl dies.

"Shit." Chief banks gruffly said, lightly threw the ransom letter on the desk surface. "Find the girl, soon as you can or the bastard is going to kill her."

Deputy black nodded and walked out of the office, giving the order as four other police officers bolted to assist while chief banks remained in his chair then picked the phone up, dialling the number. Waited for the answer as he remained silent.

"Hello?" the woman on the receiver greeted. "Ms joneson?" chief banks answered.

"Yes?" ms joneson replied.

"Can your husband and yourself come to the station immediately. I'm afraid I have bad news." Chief banks waited as he heard only shuddering breathe on the other side of the phone then finally, a male voice spoke.

"We will be there, soon."

Foot headquarters…

The proud and stubborn man sat by the window of his room, glaring out to the world and gently grasped the saki cup with hot herbal jasmine tea. The smoke of sandalwood incense burned and evaporated in the air, fragrance the surrounding. The door opened, and quietly stepped inside. Karai glanced upon her father's blindside, making her way to him. Softly whispered as she placed her hand upon his shoulder.

"Father?" she softly called. He ignored and continued to glare out the window, then she sighed and sat down beside him. Trying again as she tenderly said.

"It is a nice night for a walk?"

Oroku ignored her and Karai reached over, grasped his hand. "Father, please speak to me."

Continuously glared out to the world that he sat in his chair, over the city. Karai left, and closed the door behind her as he threw the cup to the glass, breaking it. A gush of wind, blew in. The curtains flew up and around him as he sat still, perfectly still.

"Damn you." He cursed.