I limped into the boarders of Seattle, my front right paw was bleeding badly, then silver knife wound I'd got from my former best friend in my pack still bleeding. My chest hurt like hell from the damage to my rib and my back left ankle was broken and saw from me walking on it for nearly a week. Everything I now owned, a change of cloths my Police badge and my pistol, were  now in the ruck sack I carried in my jaw. My shame mark was bleeding still, in fact it hadn't stopped bleeding since I'd first gotten it. But i was finally here, back in Seattle back in the city where the love of my life still lived. At least I hope she'd still be mine, I mean i was now Verecundia. She could claim me is she still wanted me but what were the chances of that. Because of our two packs being at war I hadn't seen my beloved Jo, would she even remember me let alone still want me?<br/><br/>After several hours of wondering aimlessly through the Streets of Seattle, still in wolf form of course, I finally found it. The Vet clinic where Jo worked. With one last monumental effort I barked out, see although it may sound just like a wolf barking to a human to a fellow were it would sound like their native tongue.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Jo if your their I need you</span>I fell  to the floor panting heavily breathing becoming nearly impossible...