Chapter 6: The Invincible Ones
As they retreated into the woods, King denied his forces permission to pursue, instead assuring them that they would be back.
Meanwhile, in the woods Humphrey and the group were discussing how they were going to take back Jasper, if it could even be done. The hot summer breeze blew through the trees and the debate grew ever longer.
"We can't leave Jasper to the Rouges," Humphrey said. "We have to take it back."
"But that's giving King exactly what he wants," Kate pointed out.
"It doesn't matter," Humphrey replied. "This is our home, and no one takes it without a fight." He then turned to the entire group standing before him.
"I'm not forcing you, any of you, to come with me. Those who are willing to stand with me and fight may do so if they wish. If any wolf chooses to opt out, do it now."
The entirety of wolves that were present stepped forward, showing Humphrey that they would follow him.
Back in the pack, King was standing on the precipice, looking out into the treeline with a disturbed expression on his face. One of his henchwolves approached him.
"Sir?" he asked. "Is everything alright?"
"No," King snarled. "They're here."
And sure enough, just through the treeline, Humphrey emerged. His stride was elegant, pronounced, almost royal. He didn't look like an omega anymore. A new sense of leadership and authority had come over him. He now carried with him an aura of seriousness, of discipline.
As he continued to gallantly walk into the enemy controlled territory, the rest of the pack could be seen following him in a triangular formation.
After Humphrey emerged from the woods, behind him Adam and Kenya emerged with the same royal stride, and behind them followed Kate and the others. The wolves seemed endless as wolf after wolf seemingly materialized from the forest. King's expression turned into one of frustration and his face became contorted with anger. This was not what he was expecting, nor what he wanted.
Finally, the entire pack could be seen, and as King looked down into the valley at the sheer number of them, he realized that he was no longer outnumbering them, but was now, for the first time since their long rivalry had begun, equally matched. His teeth clenched in frustration, he yelled he order to attack. War was now imminent.
The Rouge Wolves rushed down into the valley, leaving King standing atop Kate and Humphrey's den. The Rouges engaged Humphrey and the pack in an epic battle. Teeth and claws met as war raged. Humphrey led his pack through the chaos and bravely fought alongside his friends and family like a true warrior. But as the battle raged on, the Rouges were equally gallant and very well led. Only one thing could turn the tide in Humphrey's favor. King had to be taken down.
As they retreated into the woods, King denied his forces permission to pursue, instead assuring them that they would be back.
Meanwhile, in the woods Humphrey and the group were discussing how they were going to take back Jasper, if it could even be done. The hot summer breeze blew through the trees and the debate grew ever longer.
"We can't leave Jasper to the Rouges," Humphrey said. "We have to take it back."
"But that's giving King exactly what he wants," Kate pointed out.
"It doesn't matter," Humphrey replied. "This is our home, and no one takes it without a fight." He then turned to the entire group standing before him.
"I'm not forcing you, any of you, to come with me. Those who are willing to stand with me and fight may do so if they wish. If any wolf chooses to opt out, do it now."
The entirety of wolves that were present stepped forward, showing Humphrey that they would follow him.
Back in the pack, King was standing on the precipice, looking out into the treeline with a disturbed expression on his face. One of his henchwolves approached him.
"Sir?" he asked. "Is everything alright?"
"No," King snarled. "They're here."
And sure enough, just through the treeline, Humphrey emerged. His stride was elegant, pronounced, almost royal. He didn't look like an omega anymore. A new sense of leadership and authority had come over him. He now carried with him an aura of seriousness, of discipline.
As he continued to gallantly walk into the enemy controlled territory, the rest of the pack could be seen following him in a triangular formation.
After Humphrey emerged from the woods, behind him Adam and Kenya emerged with the same royal stride, and behind them followed Kate and the others. The wolves seemed endless as wolf after wolf seemingly materialized from the forest. King's expression turned into one of frustration and his face became contorted with anger. This was not what he was expecting, nor what he wanted.
Finally, the entire pack could be seen, and as King looked down into the valley at the sheer number of them, he realized that he was no longer outnumbering them, but was now, for the first time since their long rivalry had begun, equally matched. His teeth clenched in frustration, he yelled he order to attack. War was now imminent.
The Rouge Wolves rushed down into the valley, leaving King standing atop Kate and Humphrey's den. The Rouges engaged Humphrey and the pack in an epic battle. Teeth and claws met as war raged. Humphrey led his pack through the chaos and bravely fought alongside his friends and family like a true warrior. But as the battle raged on, the Rouges were equally gallant and very well led. Only one thing could turn the tide in Humphrey's favor. King had to be taken down.
