Hey guys. Sorry for the long wait. I was going to update last week but I was exhausted. But now I'm back baby. Loud House is owned by Chris Savino.

Chapter 6

Lincoln was bored. For the past two days he had been forced to stay in camp so that his injuries could heal. And he hated every minute of it. He really wanted to go out into the forest and hunt or just plain run through the forest. But, he knew that his Alpha and Beta wouldn't let him go until Mr. Grouse gave him the all clear. And so far, the old owl hadn't given Lincoln the ok to go out yet. So Lincoln was growing restless. He was currently lying outside his den waiting for his sisters and father to come back from hunting. He really hated being injured. Especially since Mr. Grouse said that he only had to take it easy for two days. But it had been three. Three. And Lincoln felt like he was about to go crazy.

"This stinks." Lincoln muttered. "I'm sick and tired of being cooped up here. I'm finally allowed to hunt for my pack and now I'm stuck in camp again just because I was hurt in a fight with Chandler." Lincoln let out a small growl. "I just want to go into the forest again."

"Well you just have to be patient Lincoln."

Lincoln looked up and saw his mother padding up to him.

"I know that you want to into the forest again but you have to wait until Mr. Grouse says that your shoulder is fully healed." Rita told him. "So please try to be patient."

"I'll try." Lincoln said.

"That's all I ask." Rita says with a smile. She then gives him a lick on the head and heads back to the nursery where Lily is playing.

Lincoln continued to rest throughout the day. As he lay in the sun, he thought back to his fight with the coyotes. The fight seemed more vicious than normal. Or he at least assumed. That was technically his first fight with coyotes, but he knew that his parents and older sisters have been in fights with coyotes before and they only came home with a few scratches. But for the past couple days; he has heard his sisters talking about the fight. One thing that he heard Lori say was that the coyotes seemed more vicious than usual. As Lincoln continued to think about the fight, he felt a strange feeling inside him. The feeling that something terrible was going to happen.

It was almost sundown when Lynn Sr. and the older members of the pack came back from the hunt. All his sisters came in carrying prey. Lincoln also noticed the Mr. Grouse was with them and he was riding on top of Lynn Sr.'s head.

"Thanks for the ride wolf." The old owl said. "My old wings aren't as good as they used to be."

"Don't mention it." Lynn Sr. told him. "We were both going in the same direction anyways."

"True Lynn. True." Mr. Grouse agreed. "Now, where's Lincoln?"

As soon as Lincoln heard his name, he immediately got to his paws and made his way to the old owl.

"Right here." Lincoln announced.

"Aw yes. Now let's take a look at that shoulder of yours." Mr. Grouse says. Lincoln lay down on the ground so Mr. Grouse could look at his shoulder. Mr. Grouse took a close look at the young wolf's shoulder. The wound appeared to have healed. He didn't see any sign of infection or swelling. He then took a look at the rest of his scratches. All of them seemed to have healed as well.

"So, what's the verdict?" Lincoln asked. "Can I go hunting again?"

"Well, your shoulder doesn't seem to show any signs of swelling or infection. And your scratches seemed to have healed." Mr. Grouse told him. "I say, you are free to hunt again."

Lincoln could contain his excitement. He was finally able to hunt again! Lincoln was so excited, that he couldn't help but howl. His sisters couldn't help but get caught up in the excitement and howled alongside him.

"Well, I'm done here." Grouse announced. "See you around wolves." And with that, he flapped his wings and flew into the forest. After he was gone, Lynn Sr. turned his attention to his pack.

"Alright guys. I know we're all happy that Lincoln is healed, but we still have pack work to do." Lynn Sr. told them. "Now, I need someone for watch tonight. Any volunteers?"

"I'll do it." Lincoln volunteered.

"Are you sure Lincoln? It's a big responsibility." Rita told them. "You're going to be up all night."

"Mom, all I have done is sleep for the past few days." Lincoln replied. "I can do this."

"Give him a shot guys." Luna told her parents.

"He's going to have to start doing this eventually. Why not now?" Lori added.

The Alpha and Beta shared a glance. They had to admit that Luna and Lori had a point. Lincoln was already hunting and if he was old enough to hunt, he was old enough to keep watch.

"Alright Lincoln, if your old to hunt your old enough to keep watch." Lynn Sr. told him.

"Alright!" Lincoln cheered.

Lincoln was bored. He had only been on the lookout for a few seconds and he was so bored. There was nothing happening. The forest was so quiet. Deep down, Lincoln was hoping that a cougar would wander into their territory so that he could get some sort of action and get rid of his boredom. But, Lincoln couldn't really complain. He asked to do this. And he knew that deep down he was going to have to get used to doing this. His older sisters had to do this, and now it was his turn. But it didn't mean he had to like it.

"You bored bro?" a voice asked from behind him. Lincoln looked behind him and saw Luna padding up to join him.

"Oh, hey Luna." Lincoln greeted. "Yeah, I'm a little bored. Is it always this quiet?"

"Sometimes. But not always." Luna answered as she sat next to him. "There have been times where there was some action in the forest while I have been on watch. But they were mostly coyotes."

"I see." Lincoln said quietly.

The two continued to sit there looking into the forest from the lookout in silence.

"So, why are you up?" Lincoln asked.

"Couldn't sleep." Luna answered. "So I decided to check in on you."

"Ok. Can I ask you something?" Lincoln asked.

"Sure." Luna answered.

"Do you ever look at the stars and wonder if Pop Pop is up there watching us?" Lincoln asked. "Dad always said that the stars are all former alphas and that they are always looking down at us. Do you believe that?"

"Yeah. Pop Pop is up there." Luna answered. "Every time I'm up here, I feel that he is with me, keeping watch with me. And I know for a fact that he's with us right now."

"Yeah. So, mom and dad always said that there was something more dangerous out there. Something worse than coyotes and cougars. Do you know anything about that?" Lincoln asked.

"I don't know much. All I know is mom and dad always wants us to be careful out there." Luna told him. "And whatever danger is out there, we will face together."

"Yeah. Your right Luna." Lincoln said. "Thanks for keeping me company tonight."

"Don't mention it bro." Luna told him.

The two young wolves shared a smile and looked at the moon and imagined Pop Pop right next it smiling at them.

In another part of the forest, Zeta sat outside his cave staring at the same moon. He sat there in silence as he thought about what was going to happen in one day. He smiled at the thought.

"Enjoy this night Lynn. Tomorrow, you and your pack will finally get what's coming to you." Zeta growled.

Oh boy. Zeta's plan is coming into play. Next chapter, it's gonna be intense. Trust me on that. Now, I'm going to say this again. This isn't a Lion King parody. But, I am willing to do that side story with Zeta doing the song "Be Prepared". Let me know if you want me to do that. Also, I know that we lost a few members of the fandom because of some bad posts made by guests. Now, I know this is a problem in the fandom. And I recently received a comment on "Meeting a Loud" that was only criticized the story. But, I ain't bothered by that because these comments are made by cowards. They don't seem to get that we do this for fun. We don't do this because we have to. We do it because we want to. Now I've only been doing this for a month. But, I'm not doing this for profit. I'm doing it because I want to share my work with all of you. That's the reason we authors do this. And for those of you worried, don't worry, I ain't going anywhere anytime soon. So, until next time. Farewell