Deep in the woods a dark cloud hung over the Red Moon pack as word spread of the vile deeds done by Tyler's traitorous uncle. For years, the rogue alpha Peter had nursed jealousy and resentment, believing the leadership of the pack should have been his by Right of Teeth. Now, with Tyler's scent still fresh on the tattered letter, Peter gathered his misfit followers with promises of spilt blood and power.
"Finally it's time for me to finally get all I was made for"
Peter said with determination as he sought to take down the entire red moon pack with a surprise attack.
That very night, beneath a swollen harvest moon, Tyler received Eric's grim report. Peter and his mutts had been spotted massing near the pack's northern border, no doubt preparing an ambush under cover of darkness.
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20 minutes earlier.
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Eric banged into Tyler's room as he called out for his alpha who wasn't in his room.
Tyler was outside as he stood and gazed at the beautiful night sky illuminated with beautiful stars.
"For how long have you been out here?, when our enemies are out there planning an attack against us" Eric blurted out.
"What!! Tyler barked angrily after hearing the news about his uncle from his beta.
"For how long will he stop seeking for my head?" Tyler asked himself.
"Gather the packs, tonight we end this contest once and for all" Eric nodded as he received the command from his alpha.
Rage boiled in Tyler's veins, his lycan spirit thirsting for retaliation as his fierce howls disturbed the calmness of the night .No usurper would threaten his family and live to see the sunrise.
Immediately Eric got to the bayou he was not surprised to see that the packs have gathered in unison. Both the old and young wolves were prepared for battle even if they knew how dangerous it is, their determination was clearly shown that they were prepared to die protecting their alpha and their home.
Eric was impressed by their courage but can not afford losing the young wolves in battle, they still have a long way to go and are not well skilled to go against an entire army of old and well trained werewolves.
He slightly nodded his head to Lucy his assistant, without much talk she already knew what it means.
"Come with me" she ordered the young wolves and led them out of the bayou into the thicker passage of the woods where they can be safe until after the ruthless battle.
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As the moon peaked above the thundering pines, Tyler led his loyal brothers and sisters into the fray with battle cries they lunched their attacks against peters army. What had been intended as a covert attack quickly turned to a fight for survival against Tyler's righteous fury. Canine shrieks and the copper stench of ichor tainted the midnight forest.
Leaving only Eric to lead the pack, Tyler was more determined to find Peter and end it all, with speed and anger he rip apart any one who stands in his way.
In the midst of the battle Tyler came in contact with Susan one of peters alpha.
"Finally we meet again little wolf" Susan said mocking the already angered Tyler, without hesitation he leaped into air baring fangs and claws toward Susan, although she was fast to dodge his attack he managed to leave a deep cut on her cheek.
"You bastard!!" Susan cursed, prepared to launch her own attack, Elizabeth stepped in out of nowhere and countered her attack from behind which sent the both of them rolling on the floor.
"Go find him, I'll handle her" Elizabeth said to her brother.
"I guess it's just you and me now, cheap slut" Susan teased.
Elizabeth smiled as she wipe the dust on her torn jeans "I thought you were much thougher than you look, but I'm disappointed"
"I admire your courage, but tonight would be your last!"
Both female worriers clashed violently against each other, transforming into their beast like form. The she-wolf with thick ash fur seemed to gain the upper hand given that she was an alpha.
But the magestic white wolf wasn't going down without a fight.
She immediately struggled and released a powerful kick from the opening she found, which sent the alpha flying midway into the air.
Elizabeth may not be an alpha but she was no newbie in the battle field.
Both wolf's started walking in circles, waiting for who's gonna make the first move.
The battle was one that threatened the lives of both opponents, as they have never fought such a fierce war against each packs before.
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The Trinity packs were having the upper hand in the battle but the Red moon packs are refusing to give up.
Tyler was more pissed seen his beta Eric holding his ground against six of Peters armies, with much struggle and difficulty Eric fought back against them, not knowing how much longer his strength can last against all six of them including Jasper, one of Peters alpha.
You bastard!!. Tyler yelled as he locked eyes with figure which look like is uncle Peter from a distance in the battle field.
Tyler leaped into the crowd of skilled warriors. The sound of cracked bones and snapped necks were heard as any one he came in contact with dropped dead at his feet.
Some without their heart!!!
Finally, only Tyler and Peter remained locked in a frenzied duel, Past transgressions fueled their rivalry.
Peter was more cunning among all wolves
Tyler has ever known.
"Finally"
Peter said as he vanished out of sight, into the darkness.
This angered Tyler more.
Tyler strode through the dense trees, his claws unsheathed and scratching against the damp earth with every step. Normally at this time, the woods would be alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures stirring, but tonight all the animals seemed to sense the coming confrontation and had fled or gone into hiding.
Tyler paused, taking a deep breath through his enhanced senses to catch any trace of his quarry. There—a hint of musky sweat and rage drifting on the breeze. He was close. Tyler stalked forward with renewed purpose, the hairs on his large wolfish form standing on end.
He emerged into a small clearing bathed in moonlight and saw his opponent waiting for him, eyes glinting coldly in the shadows. "Uncle!!," Tyler growled.
Peter sneered. "Nephew. I have patiently waited for a time like this.
"Kneel and pledge your allegiance to me and I'll let you save your life and that if you packs." Peter threatened.
Tyler grows. "I'll save your life today or I'll watch you lay dead at my feet, if you don't call of your attacks."
"Let's settle this once and for all shall we?. Only one true alpha can lead the red blood pack."
Without warning, Peter leapt at Tyler with a roar, slashing with dagger-like claws. Tyler barely dodged in time, feeling the wind of Peter's passing. He countered with a snap of powerful jaws, but Peter was too quick. They began to circle one another warily, hackles raised, gauging weaknesses.
Then they were a blur of fur, fangs and flashing steel. Both Lycans fought violently. Peter raked his claws down Tyler's flank, drawing a spray of blood. Tyler howled in pain and rage but didn't slow, bearing his uncle to the ground with a swift move and sinking his teeth into Peter's foreleg, crunching bone. Peter screamed and bucked, throwing Tyler off. They regained their feet, panting.
"You've grown strong, boy, but not strong enough," Peter taunted as his open wound healed slowly, limping badly but refusing to show weakness. He spat out a mouthful of blood and lunged again.
"And you have grown weaker than I use to know you!."
This time Tyler was ready, ducking low and coming up inside Peter's guard. He seized Peter's neck in a crushing grip even as Peter's claws ripped down Tyler's chest. They rolled, a snarling tumble of fur, each fighting for dominance.
At last Tyler managed to pin Peter, placing a paw against his windpipe. Peter choked and sputtered, eyes bulging. But still he fought, raking Tyler's belly with his free forepaw. Tyler howled again as his guts were laid open but did not slacken his grip. "Yield!" he bayed.
"Never...to you..." Peter gasped. With his last ounce of strength he shoved upward, dislodging Tyler just enough to roll free. He sprang at Tyler in a final desperate charge seeking to end it once and for all, fangs bared—only to impale himself on Tyler's claws, which Tyler had thrust upwards at the last moment. Peter froze, mouth open in a silent scream of agony, staring into Tyler's eyes in disbelief as Tyler claws come in contact with his beating heart.
"You little wolf, you have grown stronger in my absence".
Cough!..cough!!… Peter coughed, vomiting black blood from his mouth then he slid off and collapsed, breath rattling in his ruined throat.
"It's over now uncle"
Tyler lay where he was for a long moment, gasping. Every fiber of his being screamed with pain and exhaustion, but through the fog of it he sensed his opponent was finished. With great effort, he dragged himself over to where Peter lay and placed a paw on his uncle's neck, feeling for a pulse. There was nothing.
Tyler threw back his head and howled in victory and grief and pain, the sound echoing desolately through the forest making every creature in the battle to pause at instant. He was free now. But at what cost? He lost almost half of his packs while some are brutally injured.
He looked down at Peter's lifeless form and saw the face of the man who had raised him, however imperfectly. With a sigh, Tyler closed his uncle's eyes for the last time. The battle was over, but the war for the future of the pack had just began.
Dawn's first light illuminated the grisly scene - Tyler stood triumphant amidst a scene that would haunt the land for centuries. His pack was avenged; his leadership secured through blood as only the lycan code demanded. None would ever again dare betray the Alpha of Red Blood packs. The usurper's threat was ended at last under the righteous judgment of fang and claw.
Tyler sat back on his haunches, taking a moment to catch his breath as the adrenaline began to fade from his system. All around him, the forest was eerily still once more as nocturnal creatures continued to lurk in hiding, sensing the danger had now passed but not yet feeling safe to emerge.
As Tyler's pounding heart began to slow, the full extent of his injuries started to make themselves known. His flanks and belly burned with claw marks, and he could feel hot blood continuing to seep from the dozens of lacerations covering his battered body. Broken ribs made each breath an agony, and his dislocated shoulder hung at an unnatural angle, useless until set back into place.
But his wounds, though severe, were not fatal. Peter had been the more experienced fighter by far; for Tyler to have emerged the victor was a testament to his youthful strength and resilience. Still, if help did not arrive soon, blood loss could claim him yet.
With a groan, Tyler pushed himself gingerly to his paws. The movement sent fresh waves of pain through his body, but he gritted his teeth and stayed standing on shaky legs. He had to get back to the battlefield, to tell them the battle was over and assert his dominance as the new alpha before any challengers could arise in his weakened state.
As he took the first limping step forward, a rustling came from the treeline. Tyler stiffened, hackles rising once more as adrenaline coursed through him, instinctively preparing for another fight even as his body screamed for rest.
To his surprise, the figures that emerged were not other wolves but a small hunting party of his pack- including his beta, Eric, and his sister Elizabeth who were badly wounded. Clearly someone among the pack had sensed the confrontation was over and alerted the others. Relief washed through Tyler at the sight of friendly faces, even as his primal alpha instincts still demanded he maintain a threatening posture.
Eric took in Tyler's condition with a glance and nodded deferentially. "Alpha. The battle is over, I see. Let us take you back to the bayou and tend your wounds."
Tyler dipped his head in gratitude, too exhausted now for speech. With Elizabeth and another she-wolf bracing him on either side, he allowed them to guide him slowly back towards the bayou . The future of the pack was his now, but for the moment all he wanted was rest. The real work of leadership would come tomorrow, and in the days after that.
Finally the clash of that day was over
Seen Peter's lifeless body on the floor Susan and Jasper retreated from the scene and fled out of sight into the darkness of the night, never to be seen again.