Magnus and Johnathan had just entered the borders of Alaska when one of his generals came on the speaker "Sir, we have lost contact with Terebitha. the tracking chip no longer appears to be working either." Magnus grinned, so Mithias had finally lost control and torched the old man as well as Terebitha's communications. Magnus spotted the Terebitha, a rather massive black dot on the horizon with what looked like smoke pouring out. It still looked operational, so Mithias was either safe for the time being or currently battling Jack's drones. Shortly after they were landing in Juneau, Magnus's next stop would be finding Ural. Once the jet landed both Magnus and Johnathan climbed out, Johnathan told him it would be several hours untill they were able to re-fuel for the trip back. Magnus began walking through the snow towards the forest, there's one thing that made werewolves easy to track, and that was their smell. It stood out amongst vampires and human's alike, what exactly made that happen Magnus didn't know.

Magnus soon reached the forest, the cold didn't bother him in the least, he had became well adjusted to it from living at Kilo Point. After walking a few feet he was blindsided by a werewolf and came crashing to the ground, the wolf on top of him. "Vampire, what are YOU doing here?" The wolf snarled, furthering his grip on Magnus's shoulders, pinning him to the ground. "I thought it was clear that no vampire should enter our territory."

Magnus grinned, clearly he had faded from the memory of the young wolves almost entirely. "Get the hell off me Alaric, or did you forget who decided to spare the wolves as a favor to my son, Dresden?" Magnus spat at him as he brought his knees to his chest and kicked Alaric off of him while he was caught off guard by his words. Magnus stood and and brushed himself off and said "Count yourself lucky that you didn't nick yourself on my claws, I only carry a set amount of the antidote you know." Alaric picked himself up and strode over to him, staring at the ground as a form of repentance for his mistake. "There's no time for that now Alaric. I must see Ural, it could mean the potential destruction of America itself knowing Jack. If he is still alive, or even if he isn't. There's a chance Terebitha will carry out his plans itself and one of my friends happens to be trapped there. Wolves are best at tracking in the wilderness than vampires, their, well, your strength is greater than most in my army. Needless to say this is something I cannot do alone." Magnus told him. Alaric simply replied with "Come." and began walking further into the forest. Eventually they reached a rather large clearing with a few houses and tents, as well as a Bon fire in the middle. Magnus immediately spotted Ural wrestling one of the wolves, probably another fool trying to best him. Even Dresden couldn't beat him, everyone else would merely be cannon fodder. 

"Ural my old friend. I do wish there was more time to chat but I really must get right to the point. So, you remember that old scientist named Jack, yes? Slightly psychotic, probably older than Methuselah? Yes, well, my friend I had stationed to watch over him hasn't contacted me, the ship looks like it's on fire, and I fear our dear Methuselah is trying to destroy myself as well as the entire nation." Magnus told him as he walked up, nearly causing the young wolf he was fighting to land a powerful blow, but being stopped with a rather loud cracking sound as Ural twisted the poor boys arm. Lucky for him he was a werwolf, while it's not as prominent as a vampire's ability to regenerate, werewolves healed quicker than human's by far. The wolf, defeated, skulked off into the forest.