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Hubb's POV

His town was in choas. In the middle of the night someone stole Cheza. No one had seen the perpetrator. Whoever it was, was able to get in and out without being seen.

The only clue they had was that a guard who wasn't scheduled to work that night's card was used. When he was questioned the man revealed that his guard was stolen. Once more it was a dead end.

In his frustration he went into town to get real coffee. There was little he could do until they found a real lead. When he entered the diner he frowned.

The diner was nearly empty which given the time wasn't unusual. However this was normally the time when Lukas and Kiba normally came to eat. The owner gave them some work for free food. It was only with Hubb's recommendation that the owner did this. He knew the boys worked hard and he wanted to make sure they survived.

Jacob looked up as he walked in and said, "Those boys of yours skipped town sometime in the night. Anne went to check their camp and found it deserted. One set of tracks led north towards the mountain. The other led south. Seems they split up for whatever reason."

The kids were gone? Where would they go? It was his understanding that they didn't have anywhere to go. That's how they ended up wandering into the town.

The owner held out a mug of his usual coffee. It wasn't the best thing in the world but it did the trick.

He couldn't help that his thoughts went back to the boys. They split up and left the same time that Cheza was stolen. They couldn't have been the ones to steal her. Everyone in the town knew what they looked like. No one saw them that night. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling.

Harrison's POV

The journey up the mountain was a long one. The scents around him were all new and he spent time trying to get used to them.

As before he travelled mainly in his wolf form. It was easier to stay warm in this form. Snow had begun to fall two days into his journey.

It wasn't long before he realized that he was being followed. The scent was of booze and gunpowder. Quent... why was the man following him?

He tried to ignore the old man in favor of continuing to follow the raven. However the more he ignored the other the more he wanted to go to him.

The raven led him to where a lake was half way up the mountain. It was almost completely frozen over. The raven sat on a tree branch watching him.

He cocked his head to the side curiously. The raven seemed to be waiting for something.

Were they waiting for Quent? If so why? He was just a human. One that wasn't a wizard or a wolf. There should be no reason for them to wait on him.

The spinning of his mind halted to a stop when a new scent came near them. It was darker than that of Bellatrix. It reminded him of the new moon's scent. The scent made his hackles rise and a low growl left his throat.

There was something not right about that scent. Whatever it was it set both his wolf and his magic on edge.

Quent's scent was coming closer and the dark scent was right behind him. In the next instant gunfire could be heard. That had Harrison moving towards the sounds and scents. Quent had been good to him. He couldn't let anything happen to the other.

When he came out into where the two were he found a giant black bear standing over Quent. It had a single gunshot wound to its left shoulder. It didn't even seem to faze the bear at all.

It went to swipe at Quent who already had a large wound across his chest again. Harrison's body moved on it's own rushing towards the bear. He launched himself at it.

His fangs tore through the bears fur and skin on its forearm. The metallic taste of blood entered his mouth. The forearm was so large that he couldn't even bite down properly.

A swipe of its opposite arm sent him flying. When he struck a nearby tree he saw stars. He hit the ground with a thump and a groan.

It took all of his strength to get back to his feet. He could see Quent slowly rising as well. There was a look of wariness in the other's eyes but no hatred. It seemed he didn't see Harrison as a threat. Just something to be wary of.

The bear let out a deafening roar that made their ears ring. It charged at Harrison. For something of its size he was surprised at how fast it moved.

This time it backhanded him across the forest floor. Harrison knew he had to keep the bear's attention on him. Out of him and Quent he had the best chance at fighting it. Quent had the best chance at killing it. If he could get a kill shot on it.

There were too many trees here for good shots. As he regained his feet his head swimming he began to back away. For every four steps he took the bear only had to take one.

He could outrun it if he needed to. At least he was fairly sure he could. That was something he would prefer not to do. It would leave Quent too exposed and the bear would likely eat him. No he had to lead it away from the man.

An image appeared in his mind just like from his dreams. It was that of the lake where his raven was still at. For a brief moment he hesitated. Then he began back up again. His eyes never leaving the soulless ones of the bear.

Its entire attention was upon him. The beast let out a roar and charged at him suddenly. The time for planned was over.