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Here's chapter 8 guys. I left you guys on a cliff hanger last chapter, so here you go!. One warning: from now on, there will be a lot of product placements. I'm not sponsored and I do not own any of them. I own my characters and plot. Enjoy the chapter.

What's happening? Last thing I remember is...oh yeah, I was captured by humans. I'm kind of surprised I'm not dead yet. I felt something in my arm, I slowly opened my eyes to see a human in a white lab coat putting some liquid in my arm through a needle of some sort. I would've done something, but I was really tired and I couldn't think straight. Also, my arms and legs were tied up to the white bed.

"He seems pretty healthy for his weight," I heard a female say.

"Yes," said a male, "anthropomorphic wolves do seem to have a healthier status than humans," he stated.

"Where did Jordan and Shane find him?" the female asked.

"They said they heard a report of a 'bigfoot' sighting up in Banff National Park in Alberta. Leo took them there for me."

"Well that was thoughtful of him," the female said. After that, I fell back asleep.

I can't believe that I got captured by humans! I didn't even get halfway to Yellowstone to find the first anthro. Honestly, I'm surprised I'm not dead yet. From what I was taught, the humans would kill us and possibly use our bodies for science. Obviously I'm alive and they're testing me for science.

Some time passed by before I woke up again, my head hurt a little. My eyes felt heavy still, but I opened them anyway; what I saw surprised me: I was in a dark green painted room instead of the white walls, and I was in a normal bed with sky blue sheets.

I rubbed my head in confusion. Then I realized, my arms and legs weren't tied up. If I'm captured by humans, why would I not be tied up? The bed creaked a little as I got up. "Where am I?" I muttered to myself. I saw my backpack leaning against the bed. My sword was nowhere to be seen. I opened up the backpack; too bad they didn't know I had more weapons in there. I pulled out the claws and put them on. The only reason you can tell that they are on is both of them are grey, and my right hand was white, I'll fix that later. But right now I have to figure out where I am and escape.

I sat on the bed to see if I could hear or smell anything that is important. I heard what sounds like a teen yelling and some banging; what's going on out there? After that I could smell someone cooking, it was at that point I realized I was hungry, and it smelled pretty good. Escaping is more important, I scolded myself. I'll so see what is with all the yelling. I opened the door as silent as I could, which was easy, it didn't make a single sound. I stepped into the hallway. The floor was wood, so It creaked slightly. Hopefully it's quiet enough that human ears can't hear it.

The yelling grew louder as I got closer and so did the banging noise. I could finally understand what he was saying, "What!" it sounded like a teen, about my age; he didn't sound too happy, "I was on a ten kill streak! How did Skill_Press3r kill me, he was using an SMR!"

What is this kid talking about? A ten kill streak? I don't understand; I'll just keep heading to that room. Maybe I will get some answers. This has been one confusing day.

I could hear other voices, but they sounded farther and quieter, "MrBeastly, how can a prestige ten like yourself be taken down by such a noob weapon?"

"Shut up FelineCottons, you aren't even at prestige one!" he yelled. I snuck up to the closed door and rested my ear against it. The banging noise was still going on. It had no pattern, sometimes it was long, and other times it was a short burst. I decided it was time to open the door, what I saw shocked me.

As I opened the door, I saw a TV on showing a bunch of people running together with something in their hands. It kind of looked like guns, but I've never seen these kind before. Maybe that's what the banging was, but a gun that could fire more than one bullet at a time? I've never heard of that before. Is that even possible?

I'm getting off topic here, that's not what surprised me, it was who was sitting in front of the TV: an anthro! All I could see was the back of his head. He was brown, that I know. Why is he here? Is there more anthros here? Aren't I in a human place, or did this guy rescue me? I need to know.

I walked up quietly, all of the flashing lights on the screen were pretty neat. He was using a gun, I know that for a fact now. He would line up his sights on another human and shoot him, blood coming out of him. He kept doing that for a few minutes in complete silence. I could tell he was really focused.

Soon, he killed another human and after that a word came up that said, "K-9 Unit".

"Yes," he yelled. It sounded like he was going to say something, but he raised his hands in victory and his left hand hit my chest. He froze for a moment with his hand on my chest; he soon looked back at me, he then stood up and backed away. He pressed a button on the oddly-shaped block in his other hand. I think that's what controlled the human he was playing as. "Uh..." he said, sounding uncertain, "AFK, guys."

I heard someone on the other end say, "Kay," and nothing else.

He pulled down the things on his ears and flipped something on it. It was silent for a long time, it gave me a good time to look him over. He was brown with brown eyes to match. He was lean but had some muscles on his arms. He had the slightest scent of dog that might throw off a human, but he also smelled of wolf. It was more potent.

He finally broke the silence. "It's about time you woke up," he said in a humorous tone, "only took you two days."

Two days? I was out that long? Wow. "Who are you?" I questioned, wanting to get to the point. I had a lot of questions I wanted answered.

He reached out his hand. Grandpa said the universal greeting for humans was a handshake. He said it's been there for a long time, he also said that the anthros adapted to using it right before he was banished. I took off the claws on my right hand, exposing my white hand, and shook his hand.

"I'm Shane Fitzgerald-Long," he introduced. Fitzgerald sounded awfully familiar. "I'm the best CoD player in the United States. I dabble in other games too, but Black Ops 2 is my best game." He seemed a little cocky.

"Ha you wish you were the best in the States," a voice said behind me. I turned around to see a human teen staring right at me. He didn't look dangerous; he was lean with very little muscle. I turned to him while putting the claws back on. I reached for my sword, only to forget I don't have it. "You never even got to nationals," he said as if I was not a threat.

"Jordan," my ears flicked, hearing Shane speak up again, "it's not polite scaring our guest," he said sarcastically. I still had my gaze fixed on the human, claws flexing.

"Right, the name's Jordan." He reached out his hand. I stood there, not moving. I could feel Shane staring at me.

"Hey Jordan, he has the same stance as Wolf does in Brawl." What is he talking about?

"Oh yeah," he commented, not even scared, "you're right." He pulled his hand away and closed the door behind him. "Not much for handshakes, I guess," he muttered; then raised his voice, "This is probably a lot to take in, you can ask anything," he looked at Shane, "I thought you said his backpack had no weapons?"

"Uh, yeah, about that..."

"Did you even look?"

"Nope."

"You're so lazy, Shane."

"I try," he said grinning. Jordan walked over to a chair and sat down; I watched his every move for any hint of danger. "You're so tense," he told me, "take a seat," he pulled out a chair from the closet.

I looked at Jordan for a few seconds, then just nodded, moving towards the chair. If he was a danger, he wasn't one I couldn't handle. He said I could ask any question, so I started at the basics, "Where am I?"

"You're in Warm River, Wyoming, right next to Yellowstone National Park," he explained. My eyes widened, Yellowstone? That's where I was supposed to go to find...Dakota Fitzgerald. Now I see why Shane's last name sounded familiar.

Now that's answered, next question, "Why am I here?" I asked.

"For science, of course," Jordan said. My heart stopped and the fur on my neck rose as he said that. I think Shane sensed that.

"Don't listen to him," Shane soothed, "he means no harm. He just wasn't thinking," then he muttered, "as if he ever does." My fur flattened a little as he said that. At least someone is being considerate. "I know what you're thinking: scientists are bad and dangerous. But don't worry, Jordan's dad is cool. He's against all of that inhumane shit. Other scientists think of us as animals, but his," he pointed at Jordan, "dad takes care of me and only does research people would do to humans. You're safe here."

I relaxed a little. This is all still weird to me, but it is better than I expected considering I'm sitting near a human. Next, I need to find Dakota. I'd assume that it is Shane's grandpa, so I asked that. "Where is your grandpa?" I asked him.

His ears flattened a little. This can't be good, "He died when I was a pup. Jordan's dad told me that he found my home in ruins by hunters in Yellowstone. He found me all by myself in the snow. That's when he started researching anthros. Before he met me, he was a wolf biologist and he wanted to compare me with them."

"Oh," I said. I was going to say more, but we heard a call from a feminine voice down the hall.

"Shane! Jordan! Dinner's ready!"

"Food," Shane said, "it's about time! Follow me," he told me.

I followed him down the hall, then took a right which led to the kitchen. As I walked in, I tensed up again. Don't blame me, I was brought up this way. I could smell the smell from earlier, it smelled heavenly, but I've never seen any of it before.

"Hello Jordan," an older man greeted, I'm guessing that this is Jordan's dad, "hello Shane." He then looked at me, his smile grew, "I see that our guest is finally awake." This man was tall; he was sitting, but you could tell he was tall. He also had broad shoulders, he was sort of intimidating.

I didn't say anything, I was still being cautious and a little shy.

"He's doesn't seem to be much of a talker, dad," Jordan said.

"Oh?" he replied.

Shane interrupted, "Well, he didn't have much of a problem talking to me before Jordan came in," he explained.

"So he's people shy," the older man stated, "No worries, if he's shy, we won't push him." He seems nice, considering he's a human, "Come, sit down, and enjoy dinner with us, Jennifer made hot dogs." What's a hot dog?

Shane guided me to a seat next to him and Jordan. I hesitantly sat down, I was face to face with the scientist. I looked away instantly, that dominance challenge wasn't even a challenge. I noticed Shane reaching for a few long pieces of meat that is on some bread. I looked at him with a confused expression, he mouthed, hot dog, and pointed to it.

So this is a hot dog. I hope it's not made out of dogs; if it was, Shane wouldn't be eating it. I took a bite out of it with my canines, it didn't cut the bread well, so I tried my molars. That tore through the bread good enough. The hot dog meat was weak enough that I tore through that too.

The bread was okay, it was rare for me to eat bread back at home. The only time we ever had bread is if humans left it behind. We primarily ate caribou, rabbit, and berries. The hot dog...it wasn't caribou, and I could taste that it was not 100% natural, but it was good overall. I was hungry, so of course I was going to eat it.

Dinner was pretty silent, and what did pop up, I wasn't in the conversation. By the time I was at my fifth hot dog (don't judge), Shane was at his fourth, but he was done after that.

"Wolves," I heard Jordan's dad mutter, "they eat all of our food." I stopped at five. I'm not sure whether he was joking or not, but better safe than sorry.

"I'm done, thanks for dinner, mom," Shane said to his "mom", got up and left. I followed him. I'd rather be with someone of my species. We got into his room. The the TV said "kicked for AFK". "Well, that was bound to happen," Shane grunted, he turned to me and said, "I'm surprised you only ate five hot dogs, I know that that's not all fur, I had to drag you here."

I blushed a little, then I realized, "Drag me here, were you the one who knocked me out?"

"Well me and Jordan did. For a fat wolf, you sure can run," he complimented, I think.

"Thanks, I guess."

"Your welcome," he said, "You know, I don't even know your name."

"Oh right, my name is Luke Wolfe..."

"That's a silly last name, kinda ironic," he commented.

"I know," I agreed, then continued, "I'm from Jasper Park, Canada," I feel like it's fine to tell him where I live, he's a fellow anthro.

"Why were you in Banff, then?" he asked.

I thought of the most basic answer. I will tell him more once I learn more about my surroundings and these humans. Grandpa said I was trying to make peace with humans, so I better find reasons to. "I'm on a quest."

"Quest?" now I grabbed his attention.

"I'll tell you more about it later," I told him. His ears flattened a little. I felt kind of bad for him, but it's for the best. "So..." I started, "what do you do around here?" I asked.

"Well, for one, I play video games," he said as he pointed at the TV. So that's what those are called. "I also like to play with my tomahawks."

"Tomahawks?" I asked and cocked my head.

"Want me to show you," he asked enthusiastically.

"Sure," I replied.

He grabbed two small axes from under his bed; I'm assuming those are tomahawks. I followed him out the door into his backyard. His was similar to mine: open and it leads into the forest. As we got out, I heard a car door close. Shane must've heard it too because his tail started wagging as he ran towards the sound, "Uncle Leo!" Uncle Leo? Who's that. I followed in pursuit.

I turned the corner of the house to see Shane hugging an older man by a car. I'm going to assume that he's Uncle Leo.

"Hey, Shane, how's my favorite wolf?" he asked in a kind tone. I stood there, just watching them. It's not often where you see a human hugging an anthro. "Is that our little experiment over there?" he asked pointing at me. I backed away a little.

"Leo," Shane interrupted, "he's kinda people shy."

"I was just kidding," he raised his arms in defeat, he started walking towards me, "It's okay, I won't hurt you," he said reassuringly.

I looked the man over as he came towards me. He was tall with broad shoulders just like Jordan's dad, but he had a belly. It wasn't as big as mine, but it was noticeable. He had green eyes, something I've never seen on a human. Lastly, his hair was everywhere as if he never grooms it; he also had a rugged, short beard.

I came out of the corner and just looked at him. His green gaze was calming. When he reached me, he put a hand out for a handshake. I was hesitant, but I took of the claws and reached out. His skin was rugged; he must use his hands a lot.

"Nice to meet you, uh..." he said.

"Luke," Shane told him.

"He can say his own name, Shane," Leo retorted.

"I'm Luke Wolfe, sir," I stated confidently. This man has to the most trustworthy human I've met so far, I we only met a minute ago. I don't know what it was, but his nature seemed much more relaxing than all of the others.

"Kind of an ironic name, kid. I like it!" he exclaimed. he seems like he has a lot of energy. "So, what are you two up to?"

"I'm going to show Luke my tomahawk skills," Shane said pridefully.

"If you're going out in the woods, go to the back of my truck, there's something there for Luke," he told us, "I would go with you guys, but I have something I have to tell Dennis."

"Kay, thanks," Shane thanked, "See you later!"

"Yep," Leo replied as he walked into the house.

"Let's go see what's in the truck," Shane said.

While we were walking to the truck, I had to ask, "Who's Uncle Leo?"

"Uncle Leo is Jordan's dad's brother. He helps him around with a lot of experiments." We got to the truck. It smelled of dirt and wild animal, specifically wolf. "He's a park ranger for Yellowstone," Shane pointed out, "he patrols around to find any animal that is sick or injured and takes them to the animal hospital. Looks like he found a wolf today," he pointed out.

We looked around the truck for a bit. There was a lot of grey fur everywhere. I hope that wolf's okay. "Found it!" Shane call out from the trunk. He got out and I saw him holding a sword in its sheath. My sword.

"My sword," I said, taking it from Shane. I pulled it out its sheath to swing it a bit. It felt nice to have again. It makes me feel more secure. I put it back in the sheath and put it over my right shoulder.

"Why do you have a sword anyway?" Shane asked.

"I can explain later," I told him, "but first, I want to see your tomahawk skills."

So Luke found the first descendant of the original ninja wolf team. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter; it was a hard one to write with all of the new characters, but I think it turned out good. Leave a review please. I like hearing your thoughts. Anyway, see you guys next time!