This is my first ever Inuyasha. I love Koga and Ayame. I hope you like it. Reviews are appreciated any kind that have helpful advice and helpful criticism. Please enjoy.
Stronger Than Yesterday
Chapter one
The Merge
Ayame stood in the forest trying hard to listen to the battle. Her nose twitched as she smelled the blood of the demon and the blood of her fellow wolves. A soft wining came by her side. A white wolf with a streak of gray across her eye padded over.
"What's the news Jass?" Ayame asked kneeling besides the wolf.
The battle is done. At least for now it is. They are returning.
"Their done, well let's go then." Ayame said.
Jass turned and ran to the mountain dens. Ayame kicked her heels up and ran, letting the wind lift her up and carry her up to the mountain den. Landing in front of the women and pups that remained behind she began giving orders.
"I want the healers ready understood. They are coming back. By the smell there are many wounded" Biting her lip at the worried faces that looked back at her. "And there are some that are dead."
"Here they come." A female wolf shouted from her guard at the bottom of the mountain.
The female wolfs and Ayame helped bring in the wounded laying them down in the den. Keeping her eyes open for her grandfather she finally spotted him. The very last to come in.
It had been a year since Ayame had come down from the mountain to seek out Koga. Her grandfather felt that if The White wolves and The Black Wolves were brought together by the joining of Ayame and Koga, then the wolves would not be dieing out. However Koga had refused her. To Ayame's despair he had fallen in love with a mere mortal woman. It broke her heart thinking about it. After returning to the mountain the demons from below began to attack her people. There seemed to be a battle every day taking the strong male wolves away from the den. The female wolves then were left to protect the young and old.
"Grandfather please let me help. If I can help you drive these… these monsters from our land." Ayame began.
"No I won't have you taken from me the like your father and mother were." The older wolf growled softly.
A yip came from Jass Ayame there are others.
"Jass what do you mean?" Ayames' nose twitched. "What is that smell? It's the Black Wolves." Turning around Ayame say a small group of Kogas tribe standing there. "What are they doing here?"
"They are in serious danger. Just as much as we are." The eldest wolf replied.
Ayame was silent for a moment. The wounded still were coming in. Her eyes rested on one of them. A young male wolf in serious condition was brought in. Sandy blond hair rested limply against his closed eyes. His chest was bloody from the many cuts across his chest.
"No… no Kiro." Ayame cried as she kneeled down next to the wounded male wolf.
They had been friends all through child hood. It was even thought that the two would eventually be the alpha male and female of the White Wolves. But that ended the day the demons began to show up. Now the only hope was to unite the two tribes together through Ayame and Koga.
"Those monsters did this to him." Ayame spoke in a growl a single tear ran down her smooth cheek.
"Yes Ayame. We need to band together. Koga has left his pack without a leader. They are in confusion and humble ask that they join us." The older wolf said.
Kiro began to shiver. His eyes snapping open. Grabbing Ayames hands he tried to speak.
"Ayame…listen…I…they." Kiro was shaking so bad he could barely talk.
"No Kiro don't talk. You're going to be ok. Please Kiro your going to be fine." Ayame whispered squeezing his hands. Closing her eyes a green haze fell over Kiro and he slipped into darkness. "I want a healer with him now!" Ayame ordered.
"Ayame the healers are burying the dead. That needs to be down, so we don't bring those monsters up here because of the smell of dead." A female wolf explained.
"Wait I'm a healer." A female wolf from the Black Wolves called out.
The crowd of wolves parted and a female wolf maybe one or two years older that Ayame was trotting over. Her hair ws black as night. Her eyes were as blue as the sky. At her side came two black wolves. On her arms were the tattooed wolf paws to show her status as a healer. The tattooed paws showed the sign of the healers for The Black Wolves. For The White Wolves it was a green vine around the left arm.
"You're not from my pack. What is your name?" Ayame asked moving aside to let her look at Kiro.
"I am from Koga's tribe. My name is Mist." She spoke in a soothing voice.
Mist took the bag that one of the black wolves had in his mouth. Taking green tea leaves she gently laid them across Kiros chest and arms. Closing her eyes she raised her hands above his chest and sprinkled crushed mint. The dark green leaves had a touch of blue healing to them and evaporated into Kiros skin.
"His wounds are bad. He won't be up for awhile." Mist said.
"Thank you." Ayame said as she brushed some of Kiros hair from his face.
After awhile the wolves from both tribes gathered in the den. Ayame and her grandfather were the center of attention.
"We have a big problem before us. First of all these monsters have never come to our mountain before and attacked my pack." The eldest wolf said.
"This is nothing new to us. These monsters wiped most of our pack out." Hakaku replied angrily.
"Hakaku! Why are you not with Koga? Is he hurt?" Ayame questioned, surprised to see him and Ginta.
"Koga is gone. Seeking Naraku, for what he has done to us. After you went down the mountain asking him to come back and help protect the wolves. Well when you left he came back to us. I think with the idea of staying but he grew bitter and angry with how small our pack is. He left us again. Koga would not even let Ginta and I come with him. He said to protect the pack. But as you can see we haven't done a good job. Ayame Koga's pack is dying out. Out men are too scared to mate with their women for fear that the pups will not survive." Hakaku said his eyes red with anger from all the pain and sorrow he had witnessed.
"Is this true?" Ayame asked looking at Koga's small pack. "How many are left?"
Mist stood up.
"Ayame our pack is 50. It is true what Hakaku has said. I lost one of my young because we did not have enough food. A week later I lost my mate. These… these… monsters are killing our people yours and mine. We need your help… please… we need your help to survive." Mist said desperately her voice was choked off by bitter tears.
Ayame took a closer look at Mist and the others. They were skinny and most of them were young and women. She could count 15 women 20 men and the rest seemed to be either young or older wolves. They all stared back at her with fear in their eyes.
How could Koga do this to them. That selfish spoiled brat. I can't turn them away. I just can't. If Koga is not willing to stay and protect his tribe, I'll do it for him.
"Grandfather we can not send them away. Without a leader or anyone to turn to." Ayame said turning to her grandfather.
The eldest wolf looked around at all the faces. He sighed the years had not been easy on his pack The White Wolves. It showed on his coat, the silver streaks that mixed with the white. Even in his blue eyes that held years of sorrow when he had lost his son and daughter in law. Leaving only little Ayame. Just now he noticed that she really had grown up. Ayame had taken in the wounded healed them. Graciously she accepted The Black Wolves. She had listened to several accounts, and had made a decision. Ayame was ready to lead her people.
"Grandfather?" Ayame began setting a light hand on his shoulder.
"Yes Ayame. You are right let the two packs merge. Will you look after them, make sure they are fed? I am going to retire."
The Eldest wolf stood on all fours and walked out of the den to his own. He walked the familiar path up to the cave opening. Sitting down he looked over his land.
Ayame she wasn't the little girl who came back to the mountain after Koga refused her and cried herself to sleep. That Koga, stupid wolf. The packs needed a strong fearless leader like Koga but they also needed someone who was a quick thinker and kind hearted just like Ayame. Together he knew they would bring the packs back to their original state. Koga wasn't ready for the challenge, at least not yet. Ayame now was her time to lead. The sun is setting on my days of leadership. But from the east rises Ayame. She will become the alpha female leader of her people and she will be great. But also from the east will come Koga. He will grow tired of his chasing and come back to his people. It will work out in the end, for it is written in the stars above.
The white wolf raised his nose taking in the familiar smell of his pack. His ears twitched listedning to the crackling of the leaves and snapping of the fires below. Stiffly getting up he walked to his bed of straw and laid down. Sleep caught him in its warm embrace sending him dreams of his son in the old days, the days of peace and prosperity.