Well, I've got a good six hours to write, while I wait for my round in a Debate tournament, so I figured that I might as well post a chapter! Thanks go to everybody who reviewed the last chapter. PLEASE DO NOT FORGET TO KINDLY LEAVE ME A REVIEW! Well, I have done quite enough blabbing, so without any further ado, here is the long-awaited chapter!

-Tex-

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING!

On the cool, rocky steps of Pride Rock, Athena slept peacefully under the bright African sun. Her dreams were filled with happy times, most involving her older brother, he being her role model and driving force in her young life.

The very brother that had been present in her dream suddenly awaked her, but unfortunately for Athena, a solemn expression was on his face.

"Hi Matt! Why'd you wake me up?"

Steele sighed in sadness. "Athena, I have to go."

The face of the young lioness fell drastically. "What do you mean?"

"I have to go, as in, I have to leave the Pridelands."

Tears began to stream across Athena's young face. "W-why?"

Steele's eyes narrowed into a glare, and his golden muzzle curved into an angry snarl. "Kovu and Kiara. They are forcing me to marry somebody that was not of my choosing, and I will not have any of it. This is my way of showing them that they don't own me…"

Athena began to bawl, the tears flowing down her face like the River Nile during an angry thunderstorm. "Take me with you, please!"

Steele embraced Athena tightly, and kissed the back of her head. "Athena, as much as I want to, I cannot do that. You'll be much safer here, under the protection of the entire pride."

Athena nodded in understanding and sniffed, the tears still streaming down her face. "Will you ever come back?"

"Of course I'll come back. I couldn't go the rest of my life without seeing my little sister."

Steele let go, and began to back away slowly from Athena, his face becoming more and more mournful as time went on. Finally, he turned his back to all he had known in his second life, and Steele began to sprint.

His paws pounded against the soft, moist ground of the Savannah, little particles of dirt and dust scattering the cool air. Steele did not just how fast he was running, how far he was from Pride Rock, or did he know what was about to befall him…

-TLK-

"Sorry, Father, but you have LOST. My time for power is now, and you are standing in the way."

The alpha wolf choked under Justin's grip, but he managed to successfully utter out a few words. "What demon of hell possessed you to do this?"

Justin only tightened his grip. "I'm my own man, motherfucker, and there wasn't any demon that has possessed me. Now, if I recall, you are a little bit late for your death."

Justin took a single claw, and placed on the alpha's throat. With a mirthful glee, he pushed in, before sliding the claw to the right. The alpha's eyes widened, and blood began to gush rapidly from his throat.

"Fu…fucking asshole."

With that final phrase, the alpha make, and Justin's biological father died, a painful, lonely, and undignified death. Justin gently bent down, and licked some of the blood from the dead wolf's throat.

"Delicious. The first part of the coup has begun. Now for the real fun…"

-TLK-

Steele was still sprinting, his will determined, and his stamina better than it ever had been in his either of his lives. However, the young lion was finally beginning to notice his surroundings.

The trees were much higher than in the Pridelands, and the other vegetation was beginning to reflect an incredibly familiar setting.

"Shit. I'm in the Eastern Forest now. Hope Justin doesn't find me…"

"Too late, you double-crossing dickbiscuit!"

Steele gasped as he saw Justin walking out from behind a shrub, fresh blood dripping from his feral muzzle.

"Justin, I have defeated you before, and I will defeat you again! We are ALONE!"

The last comment made just chuckle, his chocolate brown eyes dancing with sadistic glee. "Oh, I'm not alone."

Suddenly, several wolves crawled out of the bushes, each and every single of them snarling very angrily at Steele. The former human's face was now consumed with absolute fear.

"Why, Justin? Why are you doing this?"

Justin rolled his eyes, before chuckling, his laugh sounding like that of a crazy old farmer who had just found his lucky pitchfork.

"You know why, Matthew Steele, you know why." Justin then turned to all of the wolves by his side. "My subjects, slaughter this heathen!"

The wolves immediately charged directly at Steele, leaving the young lion almost completely defenseless. Steele unsheathed his claws and slapped away the first wolf that pounced, leaving three long marks on her face.

Steele managed to deflect the second wolf as well, but soon, the third and fourth wolves pounced in rapid succession in one another. Five, six, seven, eight, more and more wolves pounced on Steele, causing him to put up less and less resistance to the attack.

Soon, Steele uttered a loud, unearthly scream, a scream that seemed to defy all laws of sound and the capability of all life on planet Earth.

Steele soon began to slip into unconsciousness, the only sound he was able to hear being the dark, maniacal laugh of Justin Wawanaka.

Well, this is all that I am going to write at this very moment in time. Thank all of you so much for taking time out of your busy lives to read my humble story here. I really, and truly appreciate it. As I mentioned in my very first author's note, PLEASE DO NOT FORGET TO KINDLY LEAVE ME A REVIEW! Well, I have babbled quite enough, so at this time, I will be checking out of the writing hotel. Later y'all, and thanks for reading!

-Tex-