AkaWolves

War of the Packs

There was a sudden snarl and numerous howls.

My eyes snapped open in shock as a dozen new wolves flooded the clearing. They seemed to be sectioned into small groups of four each with an alpha for each mini pack but all of the mini packs were working easily together as if they were just one big pack.

The first mini pack had three wolves.

The biggest was a beautiful silver color. His one eye had a scar across it, but the eye appeared to be undamaged even though it was completely different from his other eye. I would compare it to the defect that occurred in Huskies but the color was too strange to be explained away but something as simple as that.

The second largest was yellow of all colors. His fur was more sun-kissed than the first wolf's. His eyes were a gorgeous cerulean blue and held a solid determination.

The last and smallest wolf was pink. I blinked, rubbing my eyes to make sure they weren't fooling me. They weren't. She was actually bubblegum pink. Her eyes were a soft sea foam green.

The second mini pack was lead by a black female wolf as the acting alpha. Strange. Very strange. But considering these wolves it was practically expected. She had pure red eyes but they were much kinder looking than the first wolf with red eyes.

Behind her were three smaller wolves and a dog that was nearly as big as the wolves.

What was a dog doing with a pack of wolves anyway?

The one wolf were brown with red triangles along his muzzle. The next male was black furred and seemed to have his eyes shadowed. The last one was female and was a beautiful purple color and she had white eyes.

The fourth wolf pack was lead by a black wolf. He had a cigarette clamped in his wolfish jaws though. How the hell did a wolf get a cigarette? Behind him was a spiky furred black wolf, a huskier brown wolf with swirls on his face on either side of his muzzle and another blonde wolf, this time a female.

Before I realized what was happening a large red wolf darted out of the forest from behind the pack of mini packs and snatched me up by my jacket as if I weighed less than a feather. The new group parted slightly to let us through but quickly closed ranks behind us.

Loud angry howls sounded from the original pack. And soon the snarls and snaps of a vicious fight sounded afterwards.

The wolf holding me kept tossing his head slightly, almost like a person would shift grips on something heavy to relieve tension or get a better hold. I felt myself slip down slightly and realized it must be because my jacket was too big on me and was too loose.

Cautiously I reached up and grabbed a fistful of the thick red fur around my carrier's neck.

He growled warningly. I ignored this and quickly swung around slightly, heaving with my arm and twisting up and over the wolf's neck.

Almost magically I was on top of the wolf riding, almost as if it were a horse instead of a wolf the size of Stephine Meyer's werewolves.

The wolf huffed slightly in what I thought was amusement.

"Where are we going?" I finally asked as the sounds of the wolf-ish battle faded away.

The wolf huffed again and with a super jump landed on the branch of a tree. I nearly screamed, my mouth opened to let one out but no sound came out.

The wolf's shoulders shook slightly.

I glared at the red fur under my hands. The stupid thing was laughing at me.

We continued on for what seemed like another hour before he leapt from the newest branch we had been on and landed with a small huff in front of what appeared to be a giant cave of sand.

How in the hell did sand get in the middle of the forest? And how did they managed to get it in the shape of a cave?

I slid from on top of the wolf falling quite a distance to the ground and landing on my feet sending a jolt of pain through my ankles.

I wasn't given a chance to look around before I was nudged into the cave. I tried to go back out, but the wolf growled at me and I let myself be shoved further into the cave meekly. The further back into the cave we moved, the more sophisticated it seemed to get. There were piles of leaves arranged in a dozen beds across the large central room. I managed to see there were two more halls before I was shoved into one of the halls and pushed into an area that seemed more like a dungeon that the room I had just left. There were even bars that covered the back half of the room.

I stared at it for a moment.

"What's going on?" I finally asked, unable to stand the horrid silence from the red wolf, not that he had been particularly vocal previously.

The red wolf didn't answer but the sand the bars were comprised of melted in the middle leaving an opening just big enough for little old me to be shoved through. That's exactly what Red did too. Shoved me through the opening in the bars. Then the sand reformed after me leaving me in a sort of jail cell type set up.

"What the hell?!" I complained even as I slapped a bar with my palm. I yelped. The bars of sand were as hard as their metal counterparts would have been.

Red huffed, seemingly satisfied at my incarceration. He turned and left the room. His red bushy tail whipping around the corner and out of my sight before I could register what had happened.

I had been rescued from the first group of wolves only to be imprisoned by the second group.

Why couldn't I have a normal visit with my pack? Why were these new wolves here? And did they kill my pack or just chase them off?

A/n: Sorry the updates were so far in between. I sort of had writer's block for this story but my power went out and I couldn't get on the internet and it gave me enough incentive to finish writing this chapter. :D

Anyway tell me what you think about that plot twist.

Can you guys guess who the new pack is?

Review please!