No one's POV:
Tony sat down by himself inside his den, the entire pack is ether fast asleep, or getting in some last-minute training. The alphas of the pack teased the western pack after what Tony had told them when he encountered them as allies for the last time, thoughts raced through the aged wolf's head. After a lifetime of knowing this wolf, who he had generally acquaintance with. He could feel his faint but somewhat extensive sorrow for his old friend, as he knows that Winston's defeat was basically inevitable. Tony secretly didn't want to fight, the law of the Centre Pack, the overlords of the Jasper Park wolf packs, suggests that war keeps balance within the packs, they come around for a yearly inspection, if the Jasper Park area has not seen war within that time period further action may be taken such as even exterminating a pack. Kong, the second in command enters the room, standing proud, itching for the battle to begin like a child when they get a new game.
"Sir, that's the last of our troops, they're ready." Kong says, with a slight grin on his face.
"Ehm" Tony simply replies.
"What's wrong sir?" Kong asks.
"Nothing, NOW GET TO BED." Tony bellows.
"Ah, I bet its about that other pack that the idiotic goose told you," which hadn't really crossed Tony's mind, but still struck fear inside of him. "There's nothing to worry about sir, a rack of bones with a few teammates are no match for us mighty wolves, I can ensure you that." Kong chuckles.
"Unless…" Kong stats now with an anxious look on his face "Wh-what if your right sir! What if he got the r-rogues" Tony could sense the overwhelming fear coming from the commander.
"No way Kong, Winston has never had any relations with the rogues, he has a deep fear of them, as they have threatened to invade multiple times, hell, they likely outnumber both of our packs." Tony tells Kong, to ease the commander.
"Wait." Kong says "What if, what if we get the rogues on our side! You remember King right sir?" Tony ran through his thoughts, recalling his father warning him about the new prince of the Rogues, King. The stories of King killing innocent bears for sport which broke multiple pack laws, devouring his own young, grinning with their flesh still visible in his mouth. Although, Tony has never had any problems with King, not to the extent of what Winston has anyway. Maybe this was a smart move on Tony's part.
"Bring our best alphas, we travelling to the Rogues now." Tony stats, as he feels a disc in his back crack, groaning.
"Why must we need the alphas?" Kong asks.
"Because, those Rogues aren't wolves, they're ruthless, savage monsters, they'll kill us on sight if we expose any weakness, trust me." Tony says to the young alpha, Kong gulps and nods.
15 minutes later…
Kong returns with a squadron of the mightiest alphas they have to offer.
"Boss, why the fuck did you wake up us up at this time, we have a battle tomorrow." Sox yawns.
"Silence!" Tony bellows. "This may be the most dangerous mission of your lives, stop acting like a fucking arrogant cocky teenager Sox! Toughen up soldier because you're in no way prepared for war if your acting like this!" Tony says, remember how much of a prick Garth was to his father during that dreadful time.
The other alphas startle, never hearing their laid-back leader acting strict and harsh towards his wolves, almost developing a new taste of disliking towards their leader.
"You follow my orders, you do what I say, don't wander off alone like a bunch of fucking retards or else you'll be a carcass! You hear me Sox!" Sox avoids eye contact and nods. "Do you understand me!" Tony shouts.
"Yes sir!" they all say at once.
"Let's move out!" Tony says as he turns to face the dark, gloomy, empty forest, towering in front of him like a giant, approaching the sea of trees before vanishing into the night. The others sprint into the void where they last saw him, remembering Tony said to never venture off alone. Putting the gear for the anxious chemical to race.
They continue their lengthy walk to the Rogues home world, which was basically the dead part of the forest, no live thrives there, not even humans dare to venture alone into these dark depressing parts of the notorious Jasper Park.
The group pass the old manufactured bridge constructed many centuries ago by man, the silent treatment the night gifted them made them fear any noise, even the slick swift sound of water racing below, the aged bark losing balance with each step the large wolves made. Not a word is exchanged, only the petrified murmurs of the young alphas in the back, dreading that they didn't just go to sleep.
"Keep moving boys!" Tony shouts as he reaches the end of the bridge, sighing as he looked onwards, they were officially out of the territory, he knew that his squad was now completely exposed to danger, nowhere to hide. Just like the rogues crave.
The thought passes through Tony's head like a spec, but drawing attention to all the brain's organs, absorbing the anxious state which had created a big name for itself as soon as they left the den. He calmed down before strolling again.
Tony's POV:
I take a look back at my alphas, once strong and motivated now a shadow of their former selves, my father once said that fear dominates all, infecting their destiny, for sometimes good. But mostly bad,
"Keep moving boys!" I shout back at them. I hear a few in the back whimpering in the back, like a bunch of toddlers. Fucking pussies. If they only knew the real danger they were in for now, I can no longer smell our scent, this scent is all new to me, it has this twisted, devilish tint to it that makes me shiver, we're not far. I know it.
No one's POV:
The darkness has now completely blanketed the skies above, now relying on their night vison to see. Naturally this only increased the fear that has dominated their minds for the past 20 minutes, although this would only please Rogues. This is the time they thrive. The hoots of owls, the choir of crickets singing, almost like something out of a horror movie, before the big horrible climax that haunts the rest of the film. Unfortunately for the Eastern Pack. This will too be the outcome, only if Tony thinks of an offer to please the rogues, they're dead meat. Tony knew this and was thinking of an offer that wouldn't affect him or the pack, sending off omegas to be supper isn't something he would do, although knowing that the rogues would certainly take them up on their offer. Although did he need omegas? He thought
"There always in the way of pack duties, we don't need them to keep peace." Tony thought.
"No, that's exactly what happened to Winston" Tony muttered under his breath. One faction of the pack departing from it, will completely destroy, and Tony knew this after seeing his rival pack, to become a mere shack of bones in less than 3 months.
Suddenly a storm arose, the heavy rain has a collision course with the alphas, really not helping their poor souls, the thunder cackles almost like it was mocking the wolves, preforming large bangs every minute to catch their senses off guard. The bolt of swift lightning strikes a mammoth of a tree, making it fall like a burning empire. Collapsing right beside them.
"SIR PLEASE CAN WE GO BACK HOME, WE DON'T NEED THE ROGUES!" a young alpha screamed from the back. Tony began replying with a no, until stuttering, the young alpha was absolutely right, to continue this mission would be utter suicide. Tony began using his experienced sense of smell. To come to the realisation, he couldn't smell the atmosphere, the heavy rain made it too dense. Tony did a 360 moving around, sprinting in multiple directions to be only brought to a halt by a bolt of lightning.
Doing this only enabled his night vison useless, he had no idea where they came from.
"BOSS! WE NEED TO KEEP MOVING!" Sox said.
"DO YOU WANT TO GET FRIED?!" "NO, WE'RE CRASHING SOMEWHERE FOR THE NIGHT!" Tony shouted back as he felt the voices were only getting further away.
Suddenly, all the commotion mother nature was creating stopped, almost like it never even occurred.
"Oh no Tony," chuckled a familiar voice "That really won't be necessary, I encourage you follow me…" The voice said.
Tony, still completely blinded by the darkness, huddled up with the familiar scents.
"K-King…" Tony uttered with fear, stuttering. He swallowed up the virus of fear and shouted "King! Where are you! I've got something for you!" Tony shouted at the trees spoke.
"Food?" said another within the trees. "I hope there's SOME betas, don't disappoint me with those skinny ass omegas!" laughed another.
"Bo-bo-boss, you know what your doing right?" the young alpha said, his stance screamed fear. Making the voices laugh.
"You heard about our war with Winston?" Tony said calmly to the voice of King.
"Yeah, I was planning on ending that son of a bitch, he's got a lot of wolves for me and my pack to eat" The statement in the alpha's head seals their fate. Praying to Balto. The leader of the central pack, who supposedly gave good luck.
"Tell me Tony," King said, "What brings that little pathetic group of yours out so far away from home?" Kong said laughing.
"We have an offer for you," Tony said ignoring him, "They got allies, please King, for old times sake. Can you help me out here."
"Is that it?" King laughed, "Eat em' " and with that the growls, snarls and laughter began as they rise from their hiding spots. All licking their lips, craving a bit of big alpha flesh.
"No! Please!" Tony begged "I'll give you my old land! Plenty of caribou up there! Perfect for a all alpha pack like yourself." Tony protested. "And isn't cannibalism going against pack law?" Tony said smartly, "I'm sure the central pack wouldn't be too happy about that now, would they King? And I have plenty of my pack members who have been picked off during hunts. Their bodies still remain, so there's your proof."
Despite this threat, the alphas still approached, ready to pouch, three, two on-
"HALT!" King snarled. "Tony, blackmail. Wow, you know, I could end this right now, and the central pack would never find out about this, but your offer is, intriguing. But if you mind, I'd like to alter it a touch." King said in a somewhat posh voice.
"Go ahead," Tony said.
"Force your alphas to scare the caribou downhill, they will stay there for longer. I'd would never rest my body inside that shit hole." King said.
"Your one to talk!" Sox said, "You weird ass mother fuckers literally live in the trees, eating wolf pups, we actually HAVE normal food and NORMAL dens!" Tony's head turned in terror.
"Fucking teenager just got us killed." Tony thought.
"Eat em." King said, "I'm just kidding, NOW LEAVE AT ONCE, before I change my mind Tony, farewell, we'll pop by tomorrow." King said retreating into the shadows of the trees, with his minions sprinting behind, snarling, missing out on easy dinner.
"Let's go." Tony said, still locked onto the rogues, before turning around to see his alphas already fleeing back towards the territory as the air and sky cleared up.
Hi guys! I expected to get this out not for a little while, I'm currently writing on boxing day. HOPE YOU GUYS HAD A AWESOME CHRISTMAS, peace much love bye :)