Chapter 16: A Ghost

AN: Kinda short chapter. Sorry for not updating in a long time its just that somethings happen in my life that I wont ever be able to get over, but I hope typing will help me get my mind off it. Anyways I hope you guys aren't too mad at me. ON WITH THE STORY oh and please review.

(Kate's POV)

It's been two and a half years since Humphrey left, and since then I had been so depressed that I hardly ever left my den. After 2 years I decided to try to get over him because I knew he was either dead or he found a new home and would never come back.

For the past six months ive been doing better, I even tried dating for a while, but I gave up after Hutch cheated on me. I let him off easy, I mean he only had a few broken ribs and a broken leg, I could have done alot worse.

Anyway, not much has changed since Humphrey left with the exceptions of my dad retiring and Garth taking over as pack leader, and Lilly having three pups, one of which she named Humphrey. She told me it was her way of remembering one of her best friends.

"You know what I think im gonna go hunting." I told myself as I started to walk out of my den.

'It's been awhile since ive been hunting, I wonder if im still good at it.' I thought to my self as I walked to the field where the caribou graze.

"Hey Kate, wait up." I heard someone call. I turned around to see Garth running toward me.

"Hey Garth, what are you doing here shouldn't you be doing some important pack leader stuff?" I said as he caught up to me

"No I left Candu in charge while I go hunt, want to join me." replied Garth

"Sure, I was actually going to do that anyways." I said

"Oh ok, cool." He replied

We spent the next hour hunting together, we managed to bring down three male caribou.

"I've still got it." I said as I stood over the body of the caribou I had just brought down.

"Glad you still know how to handle yourself." Said Garth

I was about to make fun of him because it seems he has gotten sloppy when it come to technique but before I could say a word he lifted up his paw and said "Can you hear that."

I perked up my ears and listened, and in the distance near the area to the border between our territory and the territory of the northen pack I could faintly hear someone yelling help.

"Lets go check it out." I said

We sprinted to where the sound was coming from and we got to the scene it wasn't a pretty sight. A wolf was laying near the edge of the forest with cuts all over his body and was bleeding heavily. I recognized him as Errol the son of the norther pack leader.

"What happened?" I asked, shocked to see him in this condition.

"W-we attacked them, sure the had less numbers but they were so much larger and stronger. After we pissed them off their leader got angry and order all male alphas be killed, I tried to escape but he followed me." Errol explain in a pained voice.

"Who attacked you?" Garth asked.

"The demon wolves, the demon wolves." Errol replied in a crazed voice.

"Who?" I asked still clueless

"They're wolves at least twice our size and twice our strength, they speak with really weird accents." He replied still using his crazed voice.

"And their leader?" Garth asked.

"He isnt as big as the rest of his pack, he's about the size of us but he is just as strong as the other wolves maybe even stronger." Errol replied

"Do you know what he looks like." I asked

"I didn't get a really good look at him but I do know that he has grey fur, and blue eyes that are so cold and emotionless that they are like ice." he said his voice getting weaker.

"Name give us a name." Garth demanded

"They call him Ghost." Replied Errol before he let out his last breath.

"I see he's dead now, oh well looks like my work is done." said a strange voice with and equally strange accent.

We turned around but couldn't find the owner of the voice.

"Show yourself coward." shouted Garth

"Oh you would love that wouldn't you." replied the voice.

That voice, besides the accent there was something about that voice that seemed so familier. I couldn't help have this nagging feeling in the back of my head that I should know who the voice belongs to and come to think of it the description of the leader of this supposed pack of demon wolves sounded familier too.

"Who are you." I shouted

A few moments past and nothing happened then I saw a figure walking out of the shadows of the woods.

"They call me Ghost but you already know who I am, don't you Kate." said the figure as he stepped out of the shadows of the woods and into the sunlight.

Thats when it hit me like a heard of stampeding caribou, I can't believe that I haden't figured it out from the description Errol gave us before he died.

All I could do was whisper his name "Humphrey."

Hope you guys liked the chapter and ill try to make the next one longer. Please review and as always have nice day.