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Those Forgotten - Soon Enough

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Notes: This is the 8th installment of 'Those Forgotten.' This is the final chapter, and I almost wrote straight porn, eww! Anyway, as you know by now, they are all dead and only a few know the truth. This has been quite the ride guys, I hope you enjoy this. Now, we march to the end of it all.

I have two characters on lone from Warrior Scribe, one being the newly named dead hunter, John. The other is Pual (Jean-Paul)

All else is Copyright of "The Copilot"

Edited by Warrior Scribe

All Feedback will be appreciated.

My Good Bye, the final chapter in Shaun and Oren's story

[Wander My Friends by Bear McCreary](%5C)

Translation to the song:

Wander my friends, wander with me

Like the mist on the green mountain, moving eternally

Despite our weariness

we'll follow the road

Over hill and valleys

to the end of the journey

Come on my friends and sing with me

Fill the night with joy and sport

Here's a toast to the friends who have gone from us

Like the mist of the green mountain,

gone forever

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(Chapter Eight)

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John and Christine turned slowly to the music, dancing cheek to cheek and surrounded by many other wolves that were doing the same. Shaun had proposed to Oren and now everyone was dancing. As the record wound to a close, snow began to fall upon the crowd, tiny snowflakes floating down and clinging to skin and fur alike. When the song drew to a close, Christine grabbed John and pulled him into a sudden kiss, tongue diving into the surprised mans mouth until she broke it, panting for air as the crowd around them cheered.

"Come on, let's go back to the tent, this snow is making me cold," Christine whispered into John's ear before taking his hand and dragging him away.

Christine all but threw John into her tent before fixing the flap behind her and turning around quickly, stripping off her shirt and skirt before leaping on the detective. Christine grabbed John's shirt and pulled it open, buttons flying in multiple directions as Christine tore at his clothes.

"Change for me!" Christine ordered as she undid John's belt. "I want you as a wolf," she said as she crawled her way up John's body, a hand staying on his package and teasing him.

"But, I haven't made the shift in years, I don't know if I can!" John gasped as his hips thrust up into Christine's hands.

"Change!" Christine growled as he grabbed John's balls and gave them a hard squeeze. The poor man let out a silent scream as his body convulsed in both agony, and the throes of a shift. Christine let up her grip when John opened his eyes and she was met with the yellow irises of a timber wolf. John's body quickly bulked up as he grew underneath Christine, a grotesque muzzle twisted in agony starting to push its way out of John's face as grey fur started to cover it. His ears moved to the top of his head and his bones reshaped themselves with deafening cracks as Detective Lupos body reshaped itself in a way that had fallen out of use.

Christine leaned back a bit, a wicked and lusty smile on her face as she watched John go through a shift, before she shuffled forward and sat herself down on John's lap, grinding down on his contained, and transforming, arousal. John watched her though one squinted eye as he rode out the mixed signals of his painful transformation and the women grinding herself down upon him. Suddenly, the wolf part of his mind took over and was angered that a female had taken a dominating pose upon him, forcing him into the change without much care.

When his transformation stopped, John sighed in relief, his eyes closed in the ecstasy that was life without prolonged pain, but then Christine spoke up as she rubbed her hands sensually down his chest.

"You really should let yourself change more often, it would make the transition a lot less painful and you make one good looking wolf," Christine said as he leaned down to take in John's scent. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she slammed them shut as she shuddered, but John felt his temper flare at being pushed around and he quickly seized Christine and rolled over, pinning her to the bed furs and grinding against her with lusty abandon.

John watched as Christine recovered from her shock, her eyes opening to reveal that she too was shifting, her irises changing into a deep amber color. John dove down and kissed Christine hard, smashing his muzzle into her lips and nipping at her bottom lip before pulling away and licking her face, neck, and ears, all the while, grinding himself against her. Christine let out a throaty murr as John treated her in this fashion, enjoying the lupine instinct that was taking over John in his lust. She couldn't help but moan his name repeatedly, wrapping her legs around his waist.

For a moment, John imagined that Christine was his wife, his dead wife, and he started to grind against her a little more heatedly, hands roaming her body from the sensuous curves of her hips, to her ample breasts. Christine was almost a dead ringer for his wife back before she gave her life to the service. But something happened that brought him out of his fantasy, brought him crashing back down with the stone dead realization of what he was doing, he moaned Charlene's name. All it took was that one moan, and everything stopped for John.

Christine suddenly found herself alone on the bed furs at John quickly stood up, turning his back to her as he buttoned and zipped his pants. He then hurriedly threw on his shirt and made ready to leave fast.

"John, what's wrong?" Christine asked as she sat up.

"I'm sorry... I am so very sorry. You are a very beautiful woman, but you're not the one I love. The woman that I love died years ago and I still love her. I... I just can't, I'm sorry," John said as he pulled back the flap of the tent to leave. Christine called out for him, only, her voice was different. It was a voice that John had not heard in a long, long time.

"John! Don't go, please don't go. It's me, I'm right here. It's Charlene, please don't leave," the voice begged.

John turned around very slowly and what he saw made him fall to his knees. Before him was the white wolf that was his long dead wife. Every svelte curve, every scratch, the way that her color varied slightly, all of it was Charlene, his Charlene. John started to cry, tears strolling down the side of his muzzle as he reached a shaky paw out to touch his dead wife. His fingers met solid flesh; a solid and real entity lay before him.

"How? How is this possible? I... I saw your body; I had a funeral for you. I grieved for you," John whispered in a shuddering breath as he stared at his wife with wide, teary eyes.

"Yes, you did," Charlene said as he reached out and pulled her husband to her, resting his head against her chest as she too cried.

"What does this mean?" John asked as he cried on his wife.

"It means it's time to go home," Charlene answered with a sniff as she pulled John's head up so he could look him in the eye. She gave him a kiss, a long, soft kiss as she wrapped her arms tightly around her husband. The two wolves were then enveloped in a soft ethereal light and in a bright flash they disappeared, headed forth to meet St. Peter at the gates of heaven.

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Outside in the cold, Cane sat in front of a roaring fire with his mate, watching as the snow began to build on the ground. His wife had snuggled in close and was running tips of her fingers, very lightly, over the tip of his sheath when there was a bright flash that lit the inside of Charlene and John's tent, making her stop as she looked up in interest.

"Hmm, two down," Natalia said as she snuggled her head back against Cane's chest.

"--and many more to take their place. I can already tell that this might cause some problems with Shaun," Cane replied with a sigh and a small smile before he kissed his wife on the head.

"Come, even a shepherd needs his rest," Natalia said as she stood up and offered her husband her hand. Cane stood up and took her hand in his, giving it a kiss before he replied.

"You go on ahead, I've someone who I need to check on. It will only take a moment." Cane's wife shook her head and sauntered off, leaving Cane to stare and wish that he had taken her up on the offer. He sighed as he broke his gaze, wandering off to check on three very special people, knowing that he had an eternity with his mate, and that a few moments away would be something well spent.

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Oren woke early the next morning, stretching and staring at his beautiful mate, the man that had saved him, the man that loved him, and the man that he would be willing so spend all eternity with. Shaun was perfect, everything Oren could have dreamed about, and more, and the Akita could not wipe the smile from his face as he watched his mate sleep, thinking nonstop about how lucky he had been to be rescued by such a wonderful man.

After staring at Shaun for sometime, Oren was reminded as to why he woke so early as the pressure on his bladder became too much. The Akita gave Shaun a kiss before quickly springing to his paws and silently leaving the tent. Oren crossed the small camp, passing very few wolves as most were still a sleep after having partied late into the night. Oren skirted the central fire, his paws crunching through snow as he made his way to the cabin. He silently opened the front door and padded into the restroom, passing a stall occupied with a wolf who had obviously partied just a little too hard. The Akita took an empty stall, moved aside his loin cloth and, with a sigh, he relieved himself.

Fixing his garment, he flushed the toilet and walked out of the cabin, mumbling as he stretched. "Ah! Back to bed I think, time to cuddle. God, I love my ma... I guess we're fiances now, aren't we. More cuddle time with my fiance, I never thought that I would ever get to say that!"

No sooner had Oren said that when he heard rapid foot steps crunching though snow before a body flew upon his back, arms wrapping around his neck and legs wrapping around his waist. Oren stumbled a few steps before he reached back and supported the person on his back.

"I TOLD YOU SO!" the youth on Oren's back said excitedly.

"What?" Oren asked, turning and trying to look back at who was on his back.

"I told you it would snow!" Nate giggled.

"You did, how did you do that?"

"Don't know, just did. Cane calls it intuition," Nate said as he dropped off of Oren's back and walking away.

"Hey, where are you going?"

Nate turned around and started walking backwards, "Back to bed!"

"What, that's it? You tackle me just to say, 'I told you so?'"

"Pretty much," Nate said with a smile before he turned around and stuck his hand in the air, waving good by to Oren,

Oren shook his head as he too walked back to his tent, stopping at the entryway to flex his toes in the cold snow and enjoying the bite of the chilled mountain air. He pulled the tent flap aside, ready to go in and give Shaun a special wake up call when something caught his eye, something blue. Turning to look, a women in blue scrubs stood at the end of the campsite staring at the giant Akita. When they made eye contact, she turned and started to walk away into the tree line. Oren took a step back from his tent to look at her more closely, the woman stopping to and turned around. It was like she was trying to get the Akita to follow her, and that he did.

His footsteps started slow but quickly sped up as he tried to close the distance between the mysterious women. She entered the tree line before Oren could catch her and she seemed to stay ahead no matter how hard the dog tried to catch up. Quite a distance from where Oren had started his chase, the women stopped and turned, Oren sliding to a stop in front of her. He doubled over trying to catch his breath while looking at the women. This was the same women from the hospital, the one that made the hair on the back of Oren's neck stand erect, just as it was doing now. She was so familiar, but why?

"Who... who are you?" Oren rasped once he could breath a bit easier.

"Who do you think I am?" the nurse asked.

"I don't know, you seem so familiar. You were at the hospital, it was you. How did you get here?"

"Does that matter Jake? I am here, that is all."

"How did... no one has called me that for a long time, not even Shaun calls me that."

"Who was the last person to call you that?"

"George, before he died," Oren said, his brow knitted in confusion.

"Yes, and who was the last before that?" The women asked.

"My m... mom, right before our house burned down."

"That's right. My, you have changed so much," the women said as he reached out and touched Oren's muzzle, drawing her fingers this way and that as she looked him over. "You're not the teenager I remember, you must have been though quite a lot."

Oren took reached out and softly grabbed the woman's arms, drawing her hands away from his face.

"Remember? How would you remember me, I've never met you before. Who are you? Why are you following me?" Oren asked, stepping closer to the women.

"If I recall, you followed me," she said with a smile.

"Answer me, please! Who are you?" Oren said, eyes flickering back in forth as he looked for answers.

"You really don't me remember me?"

"No! Tell me who you are!" Oren said, almost shaking the women.

"Jake, it's me, your mother," the women said with a smile. Oren quickly let go of her and fell back on his rear, scrambling away from the women.

"No... no, you can't be. My mother died years ago, in a house fire," Oren said, looking at the women in horror. Memories of his mother flickered in head, this women looked exactly like his mother, right down to the hospital scrubs she wore when working with his father.

" I did die, both of us died in that fire. You're father and I have been waiting for you for a very long time."

"But, I'm not dead!" Oren said. "I can't be, Shaun and I are going to get married!"

"Jake, Shaun died three years ago, he has been dead for a long time."

"No... no, no, no, no, no! I'm not dead, I didn't die."

"Yes, you did, you just can't remember. No one here remembers that they are dead until it's their time to move on. You did die back in that alley. Micheal placed John there to complete the show, but you died minutes before Shaun found you. You two did so much for each other, you healed each other. I'm so proud of you," Oren's mother said as she hugged the weeping Akita.

"But, we were going to get married!" Oren wailed.

"Shhh, shhh, I know, I know. You'll have an eternity with him soon enough."

Oren cried for minutes in the arms of his mother as bits and pieces of his death flashed before his mind. Being alone and trapped, starving for food and being bone thin, and collapsing in an alley on a cold night. He did die, he was dead and now, he remembered. It was then that Oren stopped crying, there was nothing to cry about, everything was done already.

"What happens now?" Oren asked as he wiped away a tear.

"We move on to heaven," Oren's mother said with a smile.

"But what about Shaun?"

"Oh, I think he will be right behind us."

With that, a soft glow focused down on Oren, a warm light that did not come from the cloudy sky. It warmed him and actually made him slightly giddy and happy. Oren felt strange, like a strange calm had over taken him and swept away all his worries. He looked at his mother in shock and she smiled back at him.

"What's going on? I feel so... so--"

"Wonderful?" His mother completed.

"Yes," Oren said with a sigh as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the light.

"It's the light, it's gods love," Oren's mom said.

Oren's eyes snapped open, watching his mother disappear in a flash, he knew that he was next.

Oren closed his eyes and stood, bathing in the light. He spoke out loud, like he was talking to Shaun.

"I'll be waiting for you, don't take too long. I love you," Oren spoke softly, a tears rolling down his muzzle. With a flash, Oren disappeared, following his mother to a place where he would wait for Shaun.

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It was around noon when Luke woke up, and he found himself tucked in tight, but alone in Valentine's tent. He stretched and looked around curiously, sitting up and calling out for Valentine. No answer. He dressed himself, wrapping up in his leather jacket and contemplating his flight cap. Luke had never liked being cold, it made him shiver. Growing up in central Texas had done that too him. What people farther north from him considered sandal weather, he considered too damn cold. He decided no on the flight cap and left to find Valentine, it didn't take long. Valentine was running around with Nate on his back, acting like they were a plane.

"Pilot to bombardier, pilot to bombardier, over," Nate said as he saw Luke.

"Bombardier, over!" Valentine answered back.

"Shepherd spotted at your10 o'clock, prepare for bombing run, over."

With that Valentine charged Luke, arms outstretched to catch the shepherd. Luke turned to run but only made it a step before the combined mass of the two over grown children collided with his back, forcing the shepherd down as all three tumbled to the ground. Once there, Valentine quickly rolled over and sat himself on Luke's lap, holding his legs to the ground. Nate too scrambled and grabbed Luke's arm.

"Pilot to bombardier, bombing run complete," Nate panted, making Luke and Valentine laugh. Valentine leaned down to Luke and silenced his laughter with a kiss, drawing back with a smile on his face.

"That was... pleasant," Luke said, moving his head to better look up at the fox.

"Consider it a thank you," Valentine said as he pushed himself up and off of the shepherd.

"For what?" Luke asked as Valentine offered him a hand up.

"For such a wonder full night last night, and for rescuing me. I feel so... alive!" Valentine said as he shook himself in joy.

"That's ironic, don't you think?" Luke asked, winking at the fox with a sly grin. He was disappointed when the fox's tail and shoulders sagged.

"What's ironic?" Nate asked, seemingly oblivious.

"Nothing," Luke mumbled as he rubbed the back of his head.

An awkward silence passed between all three before Luke suggested lunch, or to be precise, his stomach growled so loud that it sounded like he had a monster in there. Valentine nodded and smiled back at the shepherd, his tail picking back up a bit and wagging. Luke was happy to see that he hadn't hurt the fox too bad. Entering the cabin, they raided the kitchen for left over party favors from the previous night and sat down on the front porch to eat. After finishing his meal in relative quiet, Luke tried to work up the courage to tell Valentine something that he had promised to say.

'Tell him!'

'No! What if he doesn't feel the same way!'

'Then he doesn't feel the same way, but what if he does?'

'I couldn't bare getting hurt again'

'But you have nothing to loose, only something to gain.'

'But!'

'Do you love him?'

'Well, yes. I have since I first saw him."

'Well, grow a pair and tell him!'

"But!"

'Fine, I'll do it!'

"Valentine," Luke blurted out a little too loudly.

"Yes, the fox asked, he was leaning back on his arms and he let his head loll to the side so he could address the shepherd.

"I... I found out why I'm still here, why I haven't moved on yet."

"Oh really, why?" Valentine asked, his Vulpine ears perking up.

Luke looked down at the ground and blushed, the inside of his ears getting darker before the laid back on his head. "You. I'm here... because of you," Luke whispered. Luke finally got the courage to look Valentine in the eye, and he could see the fox's confusion. "I... I love you," Luke whispered.

Valentine had seen this coming from day one, he had felt a deep connect with that shepherd even in his unconscious state and now, the man had confessed to feeling the same way. Valentine was filled to the brim with glee and he positively beamed at Luke. "I found him."

"What?" Luke asked, caught off guard by the weird reply.

"I found him," Valentine repeated, smiling even more.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Luke asked, his face contorted in confusion.

"I told you, I was waiting for someone and that I'd tell you who he was when I found him. Well, I found him," Valentine said as he slipped in closer to Luke. Realization set in for Luke and he looked down coyly, trying to impersonate a fox.

"Really? And just who is this lucky guy?" Luke asked, moving in and draping his arms around Valentines waist.

"You," Valentine breathed, his muzzle moving towards Luke's

Luke's leaned forward and completed the kiss but he quickly broke it.

"But, I do have a favor to ask."

"What?" Valentine asked, genuinely intrigued.

"Nate," Luke said, causing the tan wolfs to perk as his name was called. "We have to adopt Nate," Luke said, both his and Nate's tail wagging in a flurry.

"I was going to say the same thing," Valentine said with a smile as he moved in and kissed the big shepherd again, holding his head in his paws, never breaking the contact, even when Nate collided with them in a colossal hug, knocking them flat on the deck. As they laid there, a loving embrace passing though all three, they were enveloped in a bright light that whisked them away to the afterlife. All the wolves that saw looked on in awe, and as the light faded to nothing, they began moving about again. Those who were there to help others to move on smiled, their hearts lifted by seeing someone healed. The others, who themselves needed healing, went on as if it never happened, because to them, it didn't, their memories erased of ever witnessing that moment.

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Shaun sat bolt upright, his body covered in the sweat of what he thought to be a nightmare. His hand quickly reached out to find Oren, but the dog was gone, his spot long cooled by the biting chill of the winter air. Shaun quickly sat bolt up right, calling for his mate, but the dog must have been out of hearing range. Shaun sat panting, covered in sweat, the memory of his nightmare so vivid in his memory that it was almost like he was watching something real.

In the nightmare, Shaun was following Oren, not on feet, but like a scene was playing out for him. It was like a movie that he was helpless to stop. It started off with Oren getting tackled by Nate and Oren heading back to the tent, but things took a strange turn from there. Oren was distracted and he saw a strange women, Shaun recognized her as one of the nurses from the hospital. Oren took off chasing her and when she stopped, she called him Jake. Events progressed and Oren stood and spoke, like he was speaking to Shaun.

"I'll be waiting for you, don't take too long. I love you."

It was then that Oren disappeared and Shaun had bolted awake. After realizing that it was only a dream, Shaun calmed down, a hand over his eyes as he stilled his heart. He then tossed the bed furs back and quickly dressed himself, leaving his tent in search of his Akita.

Shaun stopped the first person he came across and asked if they had seen Oren, they shook their head 'no' and continued walking. Shaun tried this a few more times before gradually growing a bit more panicked. He ran to John and Christine's tent, hoping that Oren was there, then to Valentine's tent with the same hope, only to have it extinguished. It was like they had just disappeared. Shaun walked to the center of the camp, wolves parting before him and watching him with worry. Once near the center, he asked in a loud voice if anyone had seen Oren. The wolves looked among each other like Shaun was crazy, Whistler approaching to ask Shaun what he was talking about.

"Shaun, are you okay?"

"Oh, Whistler! Thank God! Have you seen Oren?"

"No, who's Oren?" The brown wolf asked, placing a hand on Shaun's shoulder.

"Who... who's Oren!?" Shaun asked, shocked. "What do you mean who's Oren, he's my mate! I proposed to him at the party last night, you were there!" Shaun shouted.

"Yeah, I was. I don't remember you being with anyone at all last night," Whistler answered.

Shaun was shocked, and he locked eyes with Whistler to see if he was joking, but he could tell that the brown wolf wholeheartedly believed everything he had just said.

"You... you don't remember?" Shaun asked, getting a little weak in the knees.

"No," Whistler said, shaking his head.

Shaun nearly fell as the wolf said that, his head getting a little light as his breathing became shallow and fast. He was on the verge of collapsing when he saw a bald head trudging though the crowd and making his way towards Jean-Paul's tent. Shaun stood up at this, trying to get a better look when that figure looked over his shoulder and made eye contact right before disappearing behind a tent.

"You!" Shaun growled as he took off, pushing his way though wolves and sprinting after the man. When he rounded the corner, he saw the hunter standing with his brother Paul, talking to him. They hugged each other and in a flash, disappeared right before Shaun's eyes. Shaun turned to run, to find Cane and ask the Alpha what was happening, why no one remembered Oren, how Paul had vanished, all of that but he collided with the meaty chest of the alpha.

"Cane! What, how... I don't understand!"

"I knew this would happen," Cane said.

"What, what's happened? Tell me Cane, what's going on? Where's Oren?"

"He's moved on to heaven and you're next," a female voice said behind Shaun. When he turned around, he was met with the sight of Jodi, the bar tender from his favorite hangout.

"Jodi! What are you doing here, how did you get here?"

"You already suspect you have an answer, what do you think it is?" another voice asked from behind Shaun. When he turned, Shaun found Micheal standing side by side with Cane and Natalia.

"Micheal? But... no," Shaun said, backing away from the angel as Jodi stepped around and took a place near Micheal.

"Yes, Shaun. This world is not what you think of it."

"I'm... I'm... I'm dead?" Shaun asked, horrified at the sight of his angel.

"Yes," Michael answered.

"But you said I would live!" Shaun shouted, falling to his knees.

"You were long dead then, you have been dead for at least three years. You've been here, in this world, the true middle ground, for that time," Micheal said.

"Does that mean, are you angels too?" Shaun asked, looking at Cane, Natalia, and Jodi.

"No, we are the chosen, the shepherds. We are the family and friends sent back to guide you from here and take you forth to heaven. You have been so lost, so blind to what was going on that we though we might never be able to get you home."

"But, I don't know any of you," Shaun said. "I don't remember any family coming back for me!"

"Shaun, that's not true. So many came back for you, but you never did acknowledge what was happening," Jodi said.

"Jodi, I don't remember any--"

"That's Aunty to you!" Jodi said, cutting Shaun off with a smile. Shaun stopped dead and looked up at her.

"What did you say?"

"I said, call me Aunty Jody," Jodi repeated. Shaun gasped and covered his mouth, he remembered her now.

"And call me George," Cane said, smiling at Shaun. "I saved Jake that night, I gave him the gift that pushed him into your arms."

Shaun wept quietly as Micheal approached him. She keeled near him and enveloped him in an embrace, and when she let go, he was in a different plain, one of endless white. Shaun continued to cry for some time, but Micheal, his guardian, never left him. Finally, the tears and sobs tapered off and Shaun stopped crying.

"How did I die?"

"The cancer took you three years ago, we've been trying to heal you this whole time, but you're soul was just too hurt to do it on your own."

"But you said I would live!"

"This is life, the eternal life. Death is but a transition to such. Some are prepared, others are not."

"So, Oren, Christine, John and I... everyone, we're all dead?"

"Yes. They are like you. You are but one of the many souls not at peace with their death, the forgotten, the ones left by the world... the ones that died alone. You left the world without knowing love, feeling complete. It's here that loved ones come back for you, to help you find you're peace. Can you remember who came back for you now?"

"Yes, Jodi. She raised me when mom and dad died, before she left me the same way they did. She died in a car accident. Mom and Dad, did they come too?"

"Yes."

"And Luke, he was my best friend in college. I couldn't remember at first. How many others came for me?"

"Many, but we never did succeed."

"How about the others, how did they die?"

"John committed suicide after the death of his wife, Charlene."

"And Christine?"

"Was not Christine, she was Charlene. She has been waiting for John since the day she died. Oren was a boy, trapped in the body of an Akita that starved to death in an alley not moments from when you found him. That one boy succeeded where even an angel failed, he has a gift."

"So what happens now?"

"The gates are open to you, you recognize your death. You will find Oren at the gates waiting, go to him."

"I--"

"Don't," Micheal said holding up a hand. "You don't have to thank me, watching you has been a gift in it self. Good bye, my charge. I'll pop in and check in on you every now and then, I promise."

"I'd like that," Shaun said with a smile before he faded away.

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A large, silver plane skimmed low over a vast body of pure turquoise water, gleaming in the sun.

"Are we there yet?" asked a passenger, a white female wolf. At her side was a large grey male that was hugging her.

A red wolf turned around to look at them, observing John and Charlene Lupo as they held and caressed each other softly. Then the Pilot's eyes flicked back to watch a Fox and German Shepherd whisper and giggle to each other, the young tan wolf next to them holding his muzzle to stifle his laughter. Shaun couldn't help but smile as he turned around and took in the site of the large Akita next to him in the pilot's seat, taking his mates hand before kissing him. Turning back to the view ahead of them, the pilot said, "We'll be there soon enough."

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And Thus Ends Their Story...

[Wander My Friends by Bear McCreary](%5C)

Translation to the song:

Wander my friends, wander with me

Like the mist on the green mountain, moving eternally

Despite our weariness

we'll follow the road

Over hill and and valleys

to the end of the journey

Come on my friends and sing with me

Fill the night with joy and sport

Here's a toast to the friends who have gone from us

Like the mist of the green mountain,

gone forever