A/N sorry for the late update guys, I guess I just didn't really feel like updating recently. But I'm back with chapter 8, so I hope you guys enjoy, and again, sorry for the late update. Also, quick side note….check me out on utube, nudge40gaming!...(yeah, that's right I'm self advertising bitches haha)

WARNING, MATURE THEMES! (not detailed, but still mature themes)

Humphrey sat alone upon a rock in the dark, early hours of the morning. It was his turn to be on watch, but he wasn't really doing his job. All of his attention was centered on Kate, who had almost died during the assault on the empires city. She still had yet to awaken, and her faint pulse and no response was starting to worry Humphrey. He was by no means a magician, nor did he really understand how to work it and the basic concepts of it. He had no clue what kind of effects could have happened to Kate for that split second the enemy magician was in her head. For all he knew, he could have attacked her physically, possibly popping a blood vessel or something else that wasn't easily noticeable until the afflicted was dead. Or, he could have not had enough time to cause any real damage, and might have just been able to put in her a coma. Of course, it could also be that she used her literal last amount of energy to propel his arrow and it just sent her into a deep sleep to regain her energy. Whichever it was, Humphrey hoped that they had enough time to keep Kate stable and safe long enough to avoid the empire, who were no doubt searching for them.

The thoughts of the empire reaching Kate set him back on track, and he pushed his wandering thoughts from his mind. He straightened his back and started to focus on the trees and shrubs around him listing for any movement and scanning the darkness as best he could with his eyes. Looking up through the blanketing treetops, he saw the moon slowly start to descend. If he did his math right, he only had and hour and a half before he could wake Hutch for his watch. Setting his eyes back down to keep guard, everything seemed to be calm for around an hour. But as Humphrey's eyes started to droop his ears picked up the faint crack of a twig. At first, he shrugged it off. A lot of animals come out during the night, so he paid it no mind. Then another cracked twig, and another, and yet another, and Humphrey stood up. He quietly drew his sword, clenching the hilt of his sword with a death grip to keep the sword as quiet as possible as it exited it's sheath.

The moon provided a very minimal amount of lighting through the dense trees, and the lighting that got through created large shadows after hitting the shrubs along the forest floor, causing the shadows to play with his eyes. Still, he tried his best to scan the forest. He quickly diverted his attention towards the group, making sure nothing had already gotten to them. Humphrey started to back up, planning to wake the rest of the group, excluding Kate, so they would stand a better chance. He kept his eyes in front of him and slowly shuffled his feet backwards, inching closer and closer to the camp center where he would find his back up. Just before he reached the center, he saw a dark clad figure dart across his field of vision. It was obviously the form of a wolf. Humphrey, without really thinking, let his soldier instincts kick in. He chased after the figure, ducking and dodging to avoid bushes and branches.

Humphrey was in hot pursuit, and was close to finally closing the gap between him and his target. He got lucky when the figure tripped upon a broken branch, and Humphrey lunged at him, drawing his blade again as he had put it back away to make it easier to chase the wolf down. He came down upon the wolf and instantly thrusted his sword. He was met with the empty feeling of his blade burying itself within the earth floor. Before he could remove it, he received a hard punch to his abdomen, nocking the wind out of him as he rolled over onto his side. The wolf then got back up and started to throw punches at Humphrey, striking him in his sides, arms, and face. Humphrey kicked in desperation and was able to stun his assailant so he could stand and grab his sword. He was able to see the wolf more clearly now as the trees were less dense in this part of the forest, and was surprised to see the figure of a female. His mind did a double take, as the empire didn't conscript females into the military. Humphrey side stepped a slash from the assailants weird dagger, and back stepped to gain more room.

"Hey, wait!" Humphrey said, easing out his hand to stop her from attacking. "I'm not with the empire, stop attacking" he said, assuming that this what she had thought. All he got in response was a surprisingly deep growl, and again she attacked. Humphrey defended himself, but the wolf knew what she was doing, and she continually tried to get in close and personal, as her dagger would be more effective at close range then Humphrey's sword. And eventually her tactic worked, and she was able to disarm him, his sword flying out of his hands and burying itself a few feet away into the earth. Humphrey threw his hands up and stopped a downwards strike from the female, and was for a split second able to get a good look at her face, which was hidden before by her cowl. He was shocked to see the slight definitions of red and blue mixed in her fur, and green steaks over her eyes. Humphrey was right in his assumption, the wolf wasn't with the empire, she was feral. Feral wolves were a nomadic group of wolves who had no real diplomatic or friendly relationship with anyone besides their immediate family, who were also usually feral. They were most commonly found within the deeper, more dangerous parts of the forest, and were the equivalent of a common raider, except they killed for food and weapons, and had no way of reasoning for they knew no language. Ferals are also notorious for traviling in packs so they could easily over power their prey.

Humphrey realized with horror that this female was a distraction, meant to lead him away from his group while the rest of the ferals moved in and 'disposed' of his group. Humphrey, who had her hands with the dagger gripped over his head in defense, threw her arms upwards. In her exposed state, Humphrey kicked her in the stomach, causing her to fly backwards. Humphrey ran to his sword, looked upon the forest floor for his tracks, and started his full on sprint back to his camp. He could hear the female take chase, but Humphrey's adrenaline and fear for Kate and his group was enough to propel him way faster then the other wolf. He arrived in record time, and emerged into the clearing to see the three males tied up in the center, while the Feral's where ripping through the packs on their horses to steal their food. One feral had the passed out form of Kate tossed over his shoulder, completely tied up. Humphrey had heard story's of people who have escaped the captivity of Feral's, and from those he knew that they were going to use Kate's body to breed.

In a split second, Humphrey went blind with rage, and ran towards the wolf with Kate's body in his hands. Before he could reach the wolf however, Humphrey was slammed down onto the ground by another feral. The one who slammed him down then proceeded to hold him down while the rest of the ferals mounted their steeds and rode off into the night. The feral that stayed to hold down Humphrey ended up with a sword through his stomach. Humphrey jumped up and went to jump on blindside to give pursuit, but he got hit hard on his head from behind. With his last seconds of vision, he saw the female feral standing over him, before everything went black.

A few hours later

Humphrey awoke with a start, his head buzzing with a painful headache. For a split second, he thought it was all a dream, but looking around, he realized it wasn't. Tears of rage and depression instantly sprung to his eyes. He couldn't believe how idiotic he was. The ferals were good at covering their tracks, the chances of finding Kate was little to non. Because of him, his group had no food. And Kate was going to be used as a toy, constantly going to be raped and used till she could no longer produce offspring for the feral pack. Humphrey growled in the most deep and hate raged noise he could muster as he shook with rage, tears streaming down his cheeks. I still have to try Humphrey thought to himself, as he stood and grabbed his sword. He uncut the bounded soldiers within his group, who had awoken when everything happened last night. They said no words to Humphrey, as all four males mounted their horses and road off in a desperate attempt to get Kate back. They rode for most of the day, almost six hours passing before they had to stop for their horses. They still had no clue to which way they were supposed to be heading towards, and the morale of the group was at an all time low.

Kate's pov

Kate's eyes jumped open with a start, and she grunted as she was shaken up and down. She realized quickly that she was tied to the back of a horse, and all around her were wolves with weird designs all across their faces. It took her only a second to realize that these wolves were feral. Fear struck her heart. She knew why ferals kidnapped females. Kate looked around for any of her friends, and was even more scared to find none of them were with her. She was all alone with a feral pack of wolves, who would probably start to go to work instantly on her once they reached their pack. She tried to use magic, but she was still to deprived of her strength to use her magic. She continued to bounce up and down upon the horse uncomfortably for an hour or so, before Kate started to see wooden huts, and a lot more wolves, including women and children. She realized regretfully that she had reached the pack. The males steered there horses into the largest of the wooden huts, where sitting upon a throne like chair was a young, muscular male. It was obvious he was the packs primary leader. On either side of him were female wolves, completely stripped of all clothing.

The pack leader waved the females away, and ordered his soldiers to untie Kate and bring her before him. Kate was only then to realize how weak she still was, as she instantly collapsed to her knees. The pack leader laughed, and stood up above her. He stripped her of luxurious and fancy fabric covering her body, and laid her down. All the males crowded around as the pack leader spread Kate's legs. Kate closed her eyes and clenched her fists, tears seeping out of her eyes.

Humphrey's pov

Humphrey sat upon Blindside as the group continued to move on, even in the dwindling hours of the night. They had to find Kate. As Humphrey pushed a branch out of his way, he felt the most significant mental pain he had ever endured. He cried out and fell off Blindside, the rest of the group stopping and turning around. Humphrey heard within his own head the screams of Kate, and saw visions of things that made him want torture every wolf in the visions. He stood, his eyes still clenched shut, the visions playing behind his eyes. He screamed in rage, and felt a stream of energy tap into his veins. Humphrey turned and released a huge amount of energy towards the trees within the forest. Opening his eyes, Humphrey saw a clear path written across the forest, flames licking at the trees not hit by the blast. Hutch, Cando and Kade all looked at him with surprise. Humphrey didn't have anytime to explain, though he doubted he would be able to anyway, and remounted Blindside. He kicked his heels into the horses thighs and it went flying off into the make shift path at a full on sprint.

He went down the path for an hour, the entire time pushing Blindside to the extreme. He felt bad for the small horse, but Kate mattered more to him, and he was willing to take the risk. Fortunately Blindside was able to make it to the end of the path, where they arrived upon a cliff over looking a village. Humphrey's eyes diverted to the largest hut, where through the open door he could see Kate, and a male towering over her. Humphrey didn't think twice before he leapt from blindside and landed in the village. He ran towards the central hut, killing anyone in his way, be it male, woman or child. He reached the largest hut, where all the ferals inside, were standing ready for him, as they had heard their fellow pack mates warning as he came towards them. Kate lay past them, tears all over her face, cuts across her nude body, and her arms wrapped around her knees in the fetal position.

Humphrey charged forwards, not even following an attack pattern like he was taught to. Instead he just attacked in a blind rage, and with in a few seconds, every male lay dead upon the floor, even the pack leader. Hutch, Cando, and Kade arrived at the hut, the rest of the ferals standing in shock at what had happened. Humphrey turned towards them, and charged forward. The three males watched Humphrey in horror as he killed every single feral, no matter the age and gender. By the time he was done, over 50 wolves laid dead, and his sword chipped and broken from all the slashes and cuts he had dealt. The whole process took less then three minutes. Humphrey then ran past the three males and kneeled down next to Kate, who jumped into his embrace. Humphrey just held her tight, shaking just like her as they sat their together, tears streaming down both of their cheeks.

A/N so like I said up above, very, very mature content. Sorry if it seems so rushed, I wanted to get this out cuz I feel like shit that I made you guys wait for so long. Either way, I hope you enjoyed