The dream swirled around him, shadows and laughing demons melting into the frosty background of bare trees and feet of snow. Himself was almost completely submersed in the frozen powder as it ate away his life. Dull brown eyes lifting up to see the darkened cloudy sky still looming and howling his name. Claiming that it would take his life. He smirked and growled, "You can't take my life yet. You didn't take it quick enough when you had the chance." His words dribbled out as he strained to hold his front half up with a paw. He heaved a large sigh then coughed up the crimson fluid that remained backwashed in his throat. Groaning in pain he leaned for support then his hind end came up and he stood. His growls growing in malice and he bit viciously at the air. After a moment pause of complete silence, a silence so quiet the ghosts would shiver around. Then he was off, to what seemed to be a portal of light, a house, but he knew it was here he had to go. And then a flash.

His eyes shot open, pupils constricted from the abnormal light. His body took a deep quick breath of fear then he coughed and hacked in pain from the mucusy blood in his lungs. "Gah!" He cringed and curled tighter into a ball. His whole body trembled as he crippled over. "WHA! What is this pain!" His mind was quickly erased. His eyes slitted as he tried to keep from crying and he looked around to Enola. "You! What did you do to me!?" He grunted and gave a painful howl. The dream had gone, the light was here, and he couldn't remember... a thing.

She had been curled up beside Crucified, sleeping peacefully when suddenly she heard him. She sat up, her frame painfully thin. "You're alive!" She exclaimed. Her voice was soft, gentle. Barely audible and weak. When he accused her, she blinked and said "Crucified....Its me. Enola..." She could see it....He didn't remember. Tears sprang to her eyes and she went to stand but she had no strength left in her tiny frame. "You said you loved me...." A tear dripped down her cheek. "So for that, I will help you through this. Then I will leave you to go about your life as you had before. Without me." Her voice was still whisper soft but ice edged. The warmth that she had been sharing with him was no more as she scooted away slightly.

His eyes strained and he began to sway side to side as the pain completely took ahold of him. Again he let out another growl in pain, then he threw his head down in confusion. The movement only causing the pain to pulse into fiery throbs through his head neck and chest. Soft driblets of black ooze dripping from his lips as he raggadly looked back up to Enola. Wolf manners were set aside as he stared deep into her eyes and into her soul. His own soul thrashing about inside those new wild eyes, harks fastened to his neck. "Crucified? Enola?" He gave a sharp bite to the air infront of him, as it biting at her though never moving from his position 5 feet away. "Why would I love someone who tried to kill me!" Suddenly the pain in his neck and chest shook him so hard he collapsed face first into the hard wood floor. "GAHH!" He roared, his head comming up like a whale from the water for it's breath. His eyes sealed shut and he lowered his nose slowly until it poked the ground. Soft murmurs and cries muffling from closed jaws. "J-just go on and kill me. Finish what you've started!" His noises quickly ceased, replaced by shivering breath. A few seconds passed until he spoke again. "W-who am I, and why am I here?" it was to sincere and filled with fear. Like a pup stolen from it's mother, he was completely lost.

She waited patiently but when he again accused her for his condition she snapped. "You moron! You made an attempt to kill your mother, it was her pack that tried to kill you, not me. If not for me, you would be dead." Hurt was in her voice, clear and simple. When he asked who he was her tone softened and she sounded almost as if that little outburst had drained her of her energy. "You name is Crucified. When you tried to kill your mother, her name is Fallen by the way, the Shadow Lurkers tried to kill you. I begged them not to, and they let the two of us live. You are at the Lady's house. She brought you back...." to me she had been about to say but she wouldn't. Not yet. "You had a mate and a litter of pups, I am not sure where they are now. White Tip...Was not a favorite among our pack. Many hated her. Including me." She admitted. It was the first time she had admitted to hatred even to herself of the males old mate. "She left the packlands, that much I know. Kage ran her off when you and I never returned."

His eyes shivered in their pouches as she spoke. Everything was so confusing, his brain was begining to boil in pain. "Shadow Lurkers? Fallen? Lady?" He lowered his head... "I have pups? Wh-who's White Tip? .. K-ka-ge?" His eyes began to moisten and he began to pace. "I-I'm a loner... how do I run a pack.. How do I have children? Is this not where I live here?" He looked around the house with question. Pink tinted coat stained by his own blood, began to twitch as burning orbs danced around the objects. "But I don't remember this place either." His whole body sort of slumped and he looked to her. "you arn't the one who tried to kill me.. This.. Shadow... Lurker did?" He spoke as if the being was one. "why would I try and kill my mother? What about my father, where is he?" He whined softly.. The only images of a life was one a story book could tell at most. A perfect life that had gone terribly wrong.

She sighed softly. This was going to take a lot of work. Suddenly with as much force as possible she said, "You are Crucified. Your sons name is Kalaber and the mother to your children is White Tip. Your father, he is not worth knowing. The shadow Lurkers, are a pack that tried to kill you because you found it to hard to run a pack and tried to kill your own mother who is a shadow lurker. Not a very high one, but that pack is very loyal to one another. Kage....Kage is no one worth knowing either. I am Enola, I was your friend from pup hood. We met at the Opake Mountains with Ghost. THINK!" Her amber eyes were glaring into his, and it was those orbs that would hopefully strike a memory. She had stared at him that same way when they were younger. Full of defiance. "Please.....Remember." She murmered.

A weak eye twitched, trembling under both a muscle contraction and confusion. He nodded to his own name, but he didn't take in his son's name nor the mother. His eyes seemed to further lose themselves as she spoke of the Shadow Lurkers being a pack. His expression turning to sheer horror as she spoke of his own attack on his mother. He didn't understand why she didn't say who his father was and the name Kage gave no recognition. All he could understand was Enola was introducing herself but.

A sudden haze of memory floated across his features as he nodded, " I-I remember being accepted into a pack with my mother and... two... siblings.. I think.. And having two pups, but they are so vague I couldn't even tell you what they looked like." Not even color was in his mind. "You say you were one of those two?" He questioned softly, almost in disbelief.

She nodded. "Yes, you have to siblings. Risen, your sister is now an alphess along with Hidden Betrayal, the other pup that had been with me. They used to be sworn enimies now they are working on creating the worlds deadliest pack. Your brother, I know little about. His name is Tyrant, thats about how much I can tell you." Her eyes were firm on his and she was quiet now. "Me and you never really spoke, I was always hyper active back then and you were more laid back and calm. I came to live with your pack a few moons ago." Again the steel gray fatale was silent. Her eyes were a dull amber as she watched him, waiting for his next question.

He stayed on the ground and looked up to her, holding her vision back, the instincts not to make eye contact seemed fully out of him. He was curious about the deadly pack, something deep inside of him told him to meet up with the fatile fatale. The darkness was no longer being pushed back with his clear mind that was now bubbling in angering confusion. "I never heard the name Risen, or Hidden Betrayal. I've never heard your name nor this Tyrant you speak of. But how can you have a different memory than I?" He looked into the room and around then to the outdoors. "I don't feel cut out to be a leader, I only see myself as the loner I have been. But you say that I haven't. Could you show me this pack you speak of. To prove to me that it exists... My pack, as you say.. And then maybe my 'sister's' pack?" He stood weakly and headed toward the door, as if pushing her to take him.

If Risen caught sight of her brother, he would be dead. With his memory or not, she wanted him a bloody corpse.

She blinked as he stood and began to walk away. She grumbled and stood and followed him, her steps slow. "I am not taking you to see Risen or Betrayal. They both want us dead, as do the Lurkers. I will take you to your old pack. Crucified..." She turned and faced him as if about to say something then she shook her head and turned. With her paw she opened the cracked door and slipped out into the still night air.

He smiled at her though frowned when he said that Risen wanted them dead as well as the Lurkers. "Maybe we could speak our way out of it?" He knew they were no match for a pack, but he wanted to see this mother and sister he knew so little about.