Destiny of the Forest Wolves || A Destiny Series || Book 1

- CHAPTER FOUR: Amax's First Battle-

All the pups eyes went wide.

"Quickly! Follow me." Bluéda whisper-shouted to the pups. They all nodded and ran with her to a spare den behind the cave of Amax's, further down in a hole, where roots were tangled and gnarled, hiding it away. This was where the pups hid when danger was in the pack. 

Amax followed them and reached the den. Multiple other pups were in there already, and the other group of pups had to try to fit in. There. Plenty of space!
As Amax was about to fight his way in, he took a breath and ran the other way. He heard Bescona shout after him.

"No, Amax!" as she was about to push herself out and run with him, Star winced and held her back. 

 "Its to dangerous, Bescona! He is the son of Aztec and Aclisa, he'll be okay!" Star said, trying to cheer her up. She whined, trying to hold back a grave howl. How could anyone be cheery in a situation like this?

Amax hurried on, toward the supposed fighting crowd of wolves. They had reached the pack home already. He made it up the hill to his den, and looked down at the mound of wolves over each other, wrestling. The Northern Pack was outnumbered immensely. After all, they were facing nearly the whole Southern Pack. 

As Amax was about to run down the hill of dirt, another canine ran into him. They rolled over each other, then as Amax got up, he recognized this wolf. 

Alastro!

"What are you doing here?" he growled. 

 "We are here to stall!" Alastro whispered, her eyes round. Amax stopped short. 

While most of The Northern Pack were fighting, a small number of North Wolves were trying to steal the prey they had, which was located in a shadowed part of the camp.

"No!" Amax whispered hoarsely. He hit Alastro away from him, the white and grey pup skidding backwards. She grunted in pain as her paw snagged on a rock halfway down the rocky path.

Amax started yapping viciously, trying to get their attention. But no one was listening. Wolves would die, from South and North, if they kept this up.

 "They're stealing the prey!" Someone called from the crowd. South Wolves chased after their enemy, and fought for what was rightfully theirs. They needed that, mostly for the elders and growing pups. He was relieved that somebody had noticed. 

 Amax turned around only to face two black wolves. Amax stared directly into their eyes. They were huge, but he could tell that they were still only pups. Like him. 

 "Nightly and Midnight." Amax breathed, hearing about them at the Peace Meetings. The air suddenly seemed thick, and he took a step back. He had heard about them. And they were not friendly. 

 "Hello, fellow future alpha." Nightly growled, rolling his lips back into a snarl.

 "Or maybe it'll be me," Midnight grumbled. Then she leapt at Amax, pinning his shoulders down and going straight for his exposed throat. He got up and swiped his paw over her shoulder, which did no damage whatsoever. 

 "Stay down!" Nightly retorted.

He locked his gaze on Amax and sprinted at him, using his body weight to try and push him down. Then all of a sudden, he remembered. He shook Nightly off, and as Midnight was making a bee line for him, he twisted his body, smashed his flank against hers, and slashed a paw across her eye. She yelped, her voice filled with agony. 

Nightly snarled, pushing himself onto his paws as he clearly wasn't expecting that. This time, since he knew Amax's plan, Amax did the same maneuver, but the opposite way. But as he went for the eye, Nightly dodged, his safe and unharmed eyes glowing with triumph. The light died as Amax slunk under his belly and bolted upward, sending him flying.