Their song reached out to the far reaches of the field and all the way up to the heavens above, so beautiful that it made the angels weep with jealousy. Together their notes reached a zenith, their voices growing stronger as it rose and then softening out as it fell to the end of their song. When their flawless composition finally came to a close the pair dropped their heads back to level and looked each other dead in the eyes, Humphrey's aqua blue gaze burning his love and compassion deep into Kate's, staring directly into her very soul.
"I love you so much Humphrey," Kate purred, her voice so filled with love and desire that it almost broke.
"Kate," Humphrey began, perhaps an even greater amount of love in his tone, "I love you more than I love life itself. I would travel to the ends of this earth just so you wouldn't have to feel a single ounce of pain or sadness."
He paused as he reached out and placed the back of his paw on Kate's cheek, brushing some of her fur back behind her ear and then returning to her cheek with his pad.
"You are my past Kate. You are my present, and my future, you are my everything, my very life; my only reason for existence."
Kate listened to Humphrey's words and tears of the purest joy began to snake down through the fur on her cheeks, soaking the pad of Humphrey's paw with the salty liquid; but Humphrey didn't care. He continued to stare longingly into Kate's beautiful amber eyes, losing himself inside of their fierce and fiery grace, their elegant and perfect evil. For a long moment the two remained like this, each one staring deeply into the other's eyes without a sound, for in this moment they were cast out into their own world where the only thing that existed was them and the undying love they shared. The tears continued to slowly roll through Kate's fur, staining her cheeks with thin streaks of brown.
"Do you mean that?" Kate asked softly, her eyes continuing to water.
"Kate, I would die without you," Humphrey answered and pulled her in slowly for a kiss.
Kate closed her eyes sensually as he drew her face in toward his and their lips connected, the two kissing each other passionately, like they'd never done before. This was a kiss of pure lust, pure desire, one driven by love so deep and compassionate that they found themselves unable to break away from it. Humphrey wrapped a paw behind Kate's head and stroked her neck softly, slowly as they continued to kiss then easily began to lay her down onto her back. Not breaking the kiss, Humphrey laid on top of Kate's c hest, his fur intertwining gently with hers and his legs off to the side at an acute angle from Kate's body. Kate rolled over from her back so that she would trade positions with Humphrey, her chest now laying along his. Humphrey rolled as well to regain his position, but he unknowingly sent them down a shallow hill, the two rolling slowly down while still held tightly in each other's paws. The end of their roll found Kate laying on her back and Humphrey on top, the pair still kissing each other passionately. After a long moment spent like this Humphrey pulled slowly away from the kiss, gazing down into Kate's eyes, finding them to be burning with a new love, one of which he had never seen before. Though Humphrey had never seen this look, he knew exactly what it was that Kate wanted; but he was still unsure.
"Kate, I- I'm not sure if I'm ready I-" Humphrey stammered, but was cut off by a quick kiss from Kate.
"You're ready Humphrey," she assured, "I know you are."
Humphrey was still washed with uncertainty. What if he couldn't take care of Kate while she was pregnant? What if he couldn't provide for the pups? He was an omega for crying out loud! He didn't know the first thing about hunting, or, or tracking. He didn't even know how to find his own friends. How did anybody ever expect him to be able to find a caribou, let alone actually be able to kill the thing when he did? What about the pups? They wouldn't be alphas, they wouldn't be omegas, they would be freaks! Half-bred mongrels with no real place in the world. They would-
"Humphrey, trust me," Kate began softly, the sound of her voice breaking him from his thoughts, "there is no need to fear. What life will come for our shall come, and we will always be there for them; teaching them, guiding them down the path of life, and if I ever find out about anybody messing with my babies I'll personally rip their eyes out, shove them down their throat, and watch them slowly asphyxiate."
Humphrey's eyes widened hearing Kate's threat, but his initial shock was relinquished when Kate pulled him into another short kiss.
"Do you really think we're ready?" Humphrey asked seriously when he pulled away.
"I know we are," Kate replied lovingly and pulled Humphrey back into the kiss.
Now what happened in that field on that day, I'd say if I could, but every day from there on after, the lives of the two lovers would never be the same, for now they had officially become one. And so ends this chapter in their lives and begins another, one of pain and health, happiness and grief, love, and hate.
The sun rose slowly over the mountains in western Idaho, casting its shimmering yellow rays across the sleeping land. The temperature on this morning was warm, with yet a certain crispness in the air that only comes with the climate in the North. Small clouds, colored red with the rising sun, floated lazily across the sky in thin whisps, constantly changing, dissipating into the air slowly and rebuilding sometime there after. The light slowly spread across the forest canopy, bleeding through to the ground below ,and into a small clearing where we find seven wolves sleeping, some more comfortably than others, throughout the inside. They consisted of four alphas and three omegas, their numbers, the alphas sleeping separate from the omegas, the former keeping close to the back of the clearing under some trees so as to not be awoken by the sun. But this was not true in one case, for on the near corner of the clearing, close to the mouth, lay a heavily built omega, his large body curled up into a tight ball, and right beside him, a dark brown alpha slept, her back facing his. Their breaths respired slowly, their chests rising and falling in almost perfect sync.
The shadows of the night slowly began to retreat to the safety of the trees as the clearing was invaded by the sun's rays, the yellow light creeping in and settling upon the eyes of Mooch, the heavy omega. Mooch squinted against the unwanted light and grunted, pitching his body over to try and escape it, but alas, the damage had been done. He was up and there was no falling back to sleep for him now. Slowly he opened his eyes, blinking them until they came into focus. He found himself staring at Monica's back, watching the slow and rhythmic rising and falling of her side. He couldn't help but admire her beauty, running his eyes over the sleek curves of her body, made subtle by the chocolate fur that covered them. Though she was indeed a beautiful wolf, he could not escape the feeling of dread when he looked upon her. He knew there was no way that she, a gorgeous, sharp alpha, would ever except him, an overweight, slow-minded omega. He didn't have much more time to think as he noticed his brown companion begin to stir, seeing her pitch slightly around on her side, her legs twitching as she did. Not wanting to be caught staring Mooch quickly retreated his head back to his paws, closing his eyes and slowing his breathing so as to make it appear that he was still sleeping. Monica groaned softly as she slowly stirred, her eyes fluttering open until they had adjusted to the new light. She smiled easily to the new day, running her eyes out over the remainder of the group, finding them all still asleep, not surprisingly in the case of Lory and Amy. She was completely appalled by just how selfish and inconsiderate those two had been lately, how high-strung and prideful they were. Lori was loosening up slightly, but Amy was still fitting well with the above. She needed to lighten up as well before somebody got their feelings hurt. Why it was that Shakey, Salty, and Mooch had even decided to put up with them in the first place was beyond her comprehension seeing as how terrible herself and they had been treating them. Now for that Midnight character, she didn't know exactly what to think of him. He seemed... different from any other alpha she had ever seen; seemed less up tight, more free. Of course being a loner would contribute to that; no pack to feed, no duties or responsibilities other than to himself. But then this question rose in her mind. Why would he be so kind to all of them? They crossed into his land, were eating his food, berating him, so why would he put up with them rather than kill them? And then the answer hit her like a slap to the side of the face. Living the life of a lone wolf was probably exactly that; lonesome. She could not comprehend how it must feel to spend every waking minute of your every waking day completely laced in solitude. So maybe that's why he had been so good to them. They were probably the first real companionship he had had in who knows how long, so no wonder he would be so friendly.
Then she realized something. He had done all of this for them, but they had offered nothing in return except for cynicism and bitterness. Well she was going to change that. She was going to do something nice for somebody else for a change; though she was morbidly ashamed that it had taken three marooned omegas and a rouge, fun-loving alpha to make her realize this. Taking a short time to collect herself she ran her eyes over the three other alphas and the other two omegas, finding their new counterpart Midnight sleeping much like she and Mooch had done, secluded to one side of the cave and separated from the others while Shakey and Salty slept in their own group. Monica then rose to her haunches and stretched, rolling her neck around slowly so as to loosen it up. She could judge by the distance between the light and where Shakey and Salty slept that they would be waking in roughly seven minutes, and from where Midnight slept she estimated that she had a good ten minutes before he would rouse. Finally, judging from where Lory and Amy had bedded down, she guessed she had somewhere between twenty and thirty minutes or so until they would wake. She thought it over briefly then she turned and snuck quietly out, heading into the forest, wondering as she passed Mooch, just how exactly it was that he could still be sleeping with the sun full in his face like that. Brushing it off as one of life's little mysteries, she walked out of the clearing and out into the waking forest in search of food.
As soon as she left, however, their dark companion let his eyes open up. Midnight had always been a rather light sleeper and as soon as there was movement in his general vicinity he would automatically be shaken into full and absolute alertness and awareness of his surroundings. He already knew that Monica was gone, where to he didn't know; but that was all he needed, simply to know that she left. Where she has gone off to was her own affair.
For a brief moment he laid there on his side, watching what little bit he could see of the sunrise for the most of it was obstructed by the trees then decided to get himself motivated. He lifted his head and rolled to his chest then pushed his body up off of the ground, stretching quietly as he did so until he felt his still sleepy joints begin to come to life again. With these preliminaries taken care of he slowly walked out of the clearing as well where he wouldn't disturb the others and where would await Monica's return, for he had some important manners to discuss with her concerning her friends.
Finally the sun reached the back of the clearing where the two remaining alphas slept, the light forcing back the shadows and falling upon their eyes and bringing them out of their slumber. Slowly and distastefully the two of them dragged themselves up from their beds, sitting up and looking tiredly out over the clearing, finding it empty. This bewildered them. Where did everybody else go? Curious the pair padded out of their nests at a slightly greater than normal pace, finding Shakey Salty, Mooch, Monica and Midnight all sitting a short distance away from the far back end of the clearing, the five of them simply talking casually. Amy then looked over to the right beside a large pile of ricks when the smell of fresh meat hit her nostrils and she smiled.
She mentioned the scent to Lori, gesturing for her to follow.
"It would appear that somebody had a successful hint this morning," she said happily, rounding the rocks, "it smells so..."
She trailed off when she finally found the caribou carcass laying near the boulders, finding it nearly picked clean, hardly enough meat on their to satisfy even a single wolf, let alone herself and Lori. Amy growled and slammed her paw into the dirt, then turned and began to storm off in the direction of Midnight, Monica and the omegas. Monica and Midnight were facing each other when they heard somebody approaching and turned to see a very angry looking Amy heading their way, a rather displeased but unaggressive Lori at her tail. The two saw Amy and Lori coming and Monica began to rise to greet them, but she was stopped by Midnight. Confused, Monica gave Midnight a questioning look.
"I'll handle this," he whispered and then turned to the pair of wolves.
Monica shrugged in defeat and turned to watch the show, for she always knew that when Amy was this enraged there was always quite a performance to speculate.
"Can I help you?" Midnight asked monotonously when he got near to the pair
Amy growled loudly.
"Yes do you mind telling me just what in God's name you think you're doing allowing those omegas to eat before us?" she demanded, her anger seething forth with her every word, "and you especially Monica," she added in, "where did YOU get the gall to place them higher than us?"
Monica offered no reply. Shedder going to stay out of this as best she could. She wasn't going to let herself get sucked into a fight. Midnight only shook his head and looked back to Salty Shakey Monica and Mooch then back to Amy and Lori.
"Hey, you guys seem pretty content with taking care of yourselves, so you guys have at it," Midnight began nonchalantly, his tone sounding quite fed up, "you guys wanna eat good you'll hunt for yourselves or you'll be up in time for food, but you'll be sharing your meals with the rest of us regardless of who caught it," he continued strongly, "no more of this alphas first crap got it?"
Amy snarled loudly, drawing her lips to the roots of her fangs and Lory got beside her, the latter's face still emotionless.
"You're way out of line," Amy seethed angrily.
Midnight stood up and began to walk away.
"Maybe so," he answered monotonously, "but what are you going to do about it besides moan and complain like you always do?"
Amy snarled terribly and charged in at Midnight's back, but Midnight had expected this. Waiting until the very last second, Midnight turned and caught Amy in the back of her head with his paw, catching her and slamming her to the ground on her back. Amy had the wind sucked straight from her lungs with the impact and gasped, tears in her eyes, as she tried to rise. Midnight simply pushed her back to the ground and pinned her. Though he didn't feel right picking fights with females, he knew that he couldn't let this reign of selfishness continue, and if this was what it took to bring this brat down a few notches then that's what he would do.
"An attack from behind?" he demanded calmly, "I could've expected no better from trash such as yourself."
Lory and the others watched in complete amazement, and quite honestly a new sense of respect for Midnight, Lori and Monica especially. Back at their pack Amy was pretty well known as one of the most elite and skilled alphas in their territory, so nobody had ever stood up to her like that before for fear of humiliation, but Midnight had just put her down as if she were a rabbit. With this little display Monica and Lori knew that their dark companion was definitely someone to watch out for, and not someone to be trifled with.
"Now I'm gonna let you up, I'm gonna walk away, and you're gonna go get your food, then we're gonna get on the train all hunky dory and there will be no more of your attitude or I will personally feed you your own feet, got it?" Midnight pressed, pushing firmly down on Amy's shoulders.
Amy growled, but she knew that she was beaten, so, collecting what was left of her dignity, she nodded and Midnight let her up. Amy cast him a teary glare then began to walk begrudgedly over to the caribou carcass. Monica rose and tried to approach and Lory made an attempt as well; but they backed slowly away when Amy snarled at them. Beaten, embarrassed and embittered, Amy then dipped her head down to the remainder of the carcass, Lory joining her a short time later, and the three ate up what was left of the meat.
"Alright let's go," Midnight ordered when they finished, "the train will be here today and we still have a good eight miles before we reach the tracks, so let's get a move on."
Salty, Shakey, and Mooch had found entertainment by doing some impressions for Midnight and Monica and having them try to guess what it was that they were doing while they waited for Amy and Lory to finish up, and now they pulled themselves back from their game so they could get moving toward the train. Amy and Lory lifted their heads from the now completely cleaned bones, hardly satisfied with their meal, and began to follow, heading off further into the forest in search for the train to Jasper.
Guys I'm truly sorry for how badly I messed up that last chapter. That was poor penmanship on my behalf and I sincerely apologize for that. This story deserves better out of me and I will do better. Thank you.
