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Here's chapter three guys! This chapter gets a bit more violent, and it will for the rest of the story. Just giving you a warning. I hope you enjoy.

"Come on, Luke!" Ian called to me. There was blood all over him, and he had a slight limp.

"What's going on?" I asked, my eyes watery.

"Just keep running," he ordered.

I listened to what he said and just kept running. It was silent for a few moment while I was running, I dodged in between trees until I ran out of breath. I looked around me and nobody was there. "Hello?" I asked quietly.

There was a loud bang sound and birds fluttered everywhere. There was a scream that sounded a lot like my mom.

"Mom!" I called out. It started raining as a second shot came out. The scream stopped. "Mom!" I called out again. I started running as fast as I can, ignoring my fatigue. I ran north where my house was, but all I found was humans.

There were two of them: there was a tall and muscular one with a double-barreled shotgun and he was wearing an orange vest. The other one was short, yet muscular with a rifle in both of his hands. There was blood on the floor but no body.

The humans turned to me and instantly aimed their guns and shot.

The next thing I knew was I was sitting up in my bed. Suddenly I heard a crack, and my bed fell. I was panting heavily and was sweating a lot. My heart rate slowed down once I realized it was all a dream. A bad one at that.

Once I calmed down, I looked at my surroundings. One thing that's for sure is that my bed collapsed under my weight again; I'll worry about that later. The house was silent except for some murmurs in the kitchen and some foot steps. Ian wasn't in his bed, so he must be up.

Thinking about my dream, I got up and looked out the window: nothing. No humans; that's a good thing. I put on a clean shirt and left the room.

When I got to the kitchen, my mom greeted me with a kiss on the forehead, "Morning Luke; how'd you sleep?"

"Terrible," I muttered. I was still tired; I felt like I never even got sleep. This wasn't the first time I had a dream like this. It all started when I learned what dad did to that hunter all those years ago. I was ten before I learned what happened: dad told me I was too young to learn what happened until I turned ten. I'm fifteen now, my birthday was yesterday, so that was about five years ago. I have that dream at least ten times a year, but it's a little different every year.

"Did you have that dream again?" she asked with caring eyes. No matter the case, my mother is the nicest and most caring wolf I have ever met.

"Yes," I replied as my tail drooped.

"Oh, baby," she said as she hugged me, "don't you worry, that will never happen to us."

"But what if it does?" I asked negatively.

"Just don't think like that. We have hidden here before Ian was born, that's over twenty years ago." Ian now is twenty-one if you didn't already do the math. Adam and Sarah are nineteen.

"I'll try not to," I replied. I decided to change the subject to some more to my liking, "What's for breakfast?"

My mom released me and said, "Your father is hunting right now. We would have the rest of the caribou from yesterday if you didn't eat it all," she pointed out and poked my belly.

"What," I said sheepishly, blushing a little, "I couldn't help it, it was really good."

"I know," she replied, "he made sure it was a really good one just for your birthday."

Spring started not too long ago, which means more humans, especially tourists, will be coming by. We haven't been caught before, let's hope we don't this year.

"Well, I have to thank him."

I helped my mom prepare everything while we wait for dad. Apparently, Adam and Sarah went with him; that would explain why it's so quiet around here. I'm normally the last one to wake up, so the house normally is full of activity by the time I get up.

A thought popped up, "Hey, mom," I started. She looked at me and I continued, "where is Ian?" He normally hangs out with me in the morning.

"He's with your grandpa somewhere out in the woods," she explained as she set up the plates on the table.

"Can I go find them?" I asked.

"No," she replied as she finished setting the table, "your dad should be home with food soon. They'll come when they get hungry."

"Okay," I replied.

We waited for a short time before I could smell rabbit and blood. Dad must be home.

I opened the back door to greet them. "Dad!" I called to him. He was carrying his bow and some arrows while Adam held four rabbits and Sarah held three. I ran to greet them.

"Good morning, son," he greeted, "you hungry?" he asked as we walked back to the house.

I was about to reply, but Sarah interrupted me, "How can he be hungry after all of the caribou he ate yesterday," she scoffed. No matter how old they are, they still act like pups at times.

"He a growing boy," dad answered.

"Yeah," Adam said in a mocking tone, "but the real question is is he growing up or out."

My ears flattened to the top of my head. After all of these years of them mocking me, you would think I would be used to all of the mean comments, but they still hurt. I thought when they turned eighteen, they would mature, I guess not.

By the time we all finished our rabbits, Ian and grandpa returned; I could see that Ian was sweating. What kind of strenuous things could they be doing out there?

"Hello everybody!" Ian greeted.

"Good morning, Ian," dad greeted, "There's some rabbit for you two on the counter," he pointed to the two remaining rabbits.

"Thanks." Ian and grandpa ate their rabbits and walked out the door. Where are they going now? It seems that at least once a week and for reason known to me. After a few moments of them being gone, I decided I will follow them. It seems like they are hiding something.

I opened the back door to see a glimpse of white go into the depths of the forest. Now I know the general direction where they're going. I know I have to be stealthy or they will catch me, but I've never had to do anything like that before. Well, there's a first for everything.

As I entered the forest, I couldn't see them, so I used a wolf's best asset: their nose. I smelled around until I caught their scent; it was obviously strong because they were there not too long ago. I'm not trained much with my nose, so if it was old, I would have never caught it.

I followed the trail for five minutes until I heard metal clashing and some talking. I quickly ducked down into a bush where I could see them. I looked and saw grandpa and Ian holding swords; Ian's was longer.

It seemed like Ian had the upperhand, but after a few moves I could barely see, grandpa had Ian on the ground.

"Good try," grandpa said, "but you still have yet to beat that one." What are they talking about, and why do they have swords?

"Now," he started up again, "remember everything I told you about ambushing and spying on an enemy: one, keep very still." I kept shifting my weight without realizing it; It was uncomfortable in this bush.

"Two, you must stay downwind from your target." I could feel the breeze blowing on my back.

"Three, conceal yourself as much as you can. Grey doesn't blend too well with trees, unless at night."

"And four, don't get caught like Luke, here." He looked straight at me. I gulped. "Luke!" grandpa called; I flinched, "get out of that bush."

I hesitated for a few second, but I got out. "Hi," I said sheepishly, flattening my ears.

"You need to work on your hiding techniques, boy," he responded.

"Sorry," I apologized.

"There's nothing to be sorry about," was all he said.

It was silent for a few minutes beside the birds and the occasional peck of a woodpecker. I finally found courage to ask what they were doing.

His answer wasn't what I expected. He said, "I was going to wait till you were sixteen, but fifteen is close enough."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, intrigued. Grandpa and I didn't interact all that much. Whenever I wanted to talk to him, he never answered my questions with direct answers, which made more questions. Why was he waiting till I was sixteen?

He sighed and said, "Follow me." I followed him through the undergrowth of the forest.

"I know how ever since you were but a pup, you wanted to know all the information you could gather, yet I wouldn't tell you much. There's a reason for that."

I stopped for a second, try to understand what he means. "I don't understand."

"You will," he replied, "keep up, please." I followed him into a large cave that was surprisingly well lit. Ian entered behind me.

"Cool," I said.

"Indeed," grandpa said. He went deeper in and told me to stay put. after a little bit, he pulled out a large wooden box. It looked old and used, but it was still functional. He opened it and a bunch of weapons came out of it. My eyes dilated.

Grandpa pulled the sword he was using out of the sheath, "These are the weapons used by the team," he stated.

"Team? What team? What are you talking about?" I asked. This is all news to me.

Grandpa sighed, and said, "You still have so much to learn. Have a seat," he invited pointing to a log that was placed horizontally; probably for a seat. I sat down next to Ian; grandpa sat on the other side. "You better get comfortable, this could take a while," he explained.

"A long time ago, around in the early fifties, when I was in my twenties, I was in a karate club at a dojo. I had four good friends: Victor Owen, Dante Reddy, Dakota Fitzgerald, and Winston Stewart. We were the best team according to our sensei; everyday, we would go and train at his dojo. As the years went by, we kept progressing until I had six black belts and the others had five. I was the team leader."

"So wait," I interrupted, "You had a group of friends in a wolf civilization? Why'd you leave?" I asked.

"How much did Samuel and Dawn teach you about the wolf civilization?" he questioned back.

"All I know is that there was a war and they live hidden in Siberia. We learned a little about the culture too, but not much," I responded, "But why did you leave?"

"I'll explain that later," he said. Finally, I get some explanations around here. After a moment of silence, he continued: "So, at our black belt ceremony, I met a beautiful woman named Lilly. I decided to ask her out, and she accepted. She was white with bright amber eyes that melted my heart. I'm getting off topic, now where were we...oh yes! During that ceremony, some soldiers came to the five of us and offered to become part of the military. My friends said it was up to me, so I kindly rejected."

"Why did you say no grandpa; you would have done a lot of help there?" I asked, not understanding.

"I wanted to use my skill for helping people, not hurting them," he answered. I guess that makes sense. "Anyway," he continued, "a few years passed and Lilly and I were getting married. Well, it was more of a double wedding, Dante was getting married to his mate, Carol. After the wedding, the war began."

"What happened," I asked.

"Well, in the beginning, we were winning and pushing out in all directions. We took over the rest of the Northwest Territories, then we took Yukon and Nunavut; but when we got to Alaska, that brought in the U.S. They started to fight back and win. The military came back and recruited us again, this time I said yes. We needed help."

"How could you five influence the war?"

"We were hired as well trained assassins. We killed our first general a month after we joined. It killed their morale and boosted ours. We were able to kill three more until Victor was shot. He didn't die, but he was in critical condition."

"We were sent on our next mission, but I refused to leave Victor behind, so we refused the mission. I didn't realize that we would have won the war if I didn't refuse. Later on I figure out we were going to kill the president of the United States, but we didn't. We lost the war and was forced to flee to Siberia. We hid our trails so no human would find us. Last I know of, they haven't been caught yet. Once we were in Siberia, our Alpha was, to say the least, not happy with us. He banished us and sent us back to Canada. We decided it was best if we split up, it would be easier to be caught. But before we split, I came to the realization that we should have never went to war, instead, make peace with th-"

"Wait," I interrupted, "Why would you want peace with them? We were taught that if we get caught, they will kill us for research."

"But if we negotiated, we would've had no problems afterwards. There would be peace, and maybe, we could live with the humans. Back to the story," he stated, "Lilly and I moved to Banff National Park; Victor stayed in Siberia, just hidden; Dante and Carol moved to the Porcupine Mountains in Michigan; Dakota went to Yellowstone; and Winston went to La Mauricie in Quebec. Lilly gave birth to Samuel and we started a perfect little family, but that's when disaster struck." His eyes started watering up; this can't be good.

"When Sam was five, Lilly was...she was...killed," he sobbed.

Ian decided to continue the story, his eyes were watery too, "She was caught by the humans and they shot her. Grandpa ran to Jasper with dad and her body. He buried here here in front of this cave. A year later, they found a little anthro girl which soon became out mom. Grandpa and dad built our house, dad had us, and here we are today," he finished.

It was silent for a moment until grandpa collected himself. I decided to break the silence, "Why are you telling me this now?" I asked.

"Because, I want you to carry out my legacy. Make sure no second war starts. Peace is your goal."

"Why are you asking me?" I questioned, "I'm not even close to being fit to be an assassin."

"We were ninja," he pointed out.

"Okay ninja. Either way, I'm in no condition. What about Ian or Adam and Sarah?"

"I already said no when I was sixteen," he replied.

"And Adam and Sarah are too immature. If they can't even treat their younger brother nicely, how could they create peace?"

He had a point. I got up and stretched. "I see where you're getting at, but I think you're talking to the wrong wolf."

Grandpa got up too, "I can train you. Victor wasn't the thinnest either."

"And besides," Ian started, "it would be an amazing adventure, and you never know, you could find that special someone out there," he joked, elbowing my side, smirking.

He kept elbowing me until I said something, "How about this: I start my training, and if I don't like it, I stop and don't become a ninja. Sounds fair?" I bargained.

"Deal," grandpa said, bowing a little.

"So, when do I start?" I asked as we were walking out of the cave.

"Tomorrow."

So there's chapter three! I forgot to say this last chapter, but I am accepting OC's for later parts of this story. So if you want to be in here, let me know. I just want a short description (It has to be a wolf. Sorry.). I hope you enjoyed, and see you next time!