Chapter 2 2

The entire Howl Clan camp woke up before sunrise. The air was full of cold air, and the sky foretold a harsh day. Rage couldn't help but notice the anxiety of his warriors as they prepared for their position. Each of them was busy preparing their weapons, but there was the weight of the impending war that could be read on every face.

Lupe was moving quietly by Rage's side, helping the other leaders get ready. He need not speak; his presence is enough to give strength to those around them. Despite the tension, Lupe remained calm-a leader who knew the weight of their battle but was determined to face it.

Topaz Keeper was busy distributing orders to the warriors and focusing on the spies who were watching around. Every minute, there are reports coming in, but everyone seems to be waiting for something they haven't seen yet.

"Rage," Topaz said as she approached him, her face serious, "There's a report that rogue werewolves are coming from the east. It's only a matter of time before they reach our territory."

Rage nodded silently, waiting for the news to pour in. "What is the position of the other clans?" he asked as his eyes focused on the training warriors.

"Moonshadow Clan and Bloodfang Clan are on alert," Topaz replied. "There are also some forces from the Nightclaw Clan stationed on the western side. Everyone is ready in their positions, but I know it won't be easy."

Rage turned to Lupe, who was quietly listening from the sidelines. He stared at her, and even without a word, they both knew the weight of their next step. They will not only prepare for war; they have to make sure that every decision will bring success.

"Karuk," said Lupe, now coming up to them, "he won't rush in without a reason. We have to find out where his first step will come from. We can't be the first to make a mistake."

"I have spies in the west," Topaz replied. "If there's any movement from there, we'll know."

But before Rage could speak, a spy came rushing out of the jungle, sweaty and obviously tired. "Alpha!" it called, panting as it approached. "We've seen them! They're coming from the east-the rogue werewolves are more numerous than we expected. We need to get ready!"

Rage and Lupe immediately exchanged glances. They knew this was the beginning.

"Tell all the warriors," Rage ordered Topaz, wasting no time. "Let's prepare for our position. We can't be careless."

The entire camp moved quickly. The warriors took their places, each with their weapons in hand, guarding every corner of the forest. Lupe was busy helping the other leaders, while Rage made the rounds to make sure everyone was ready.

As the times of war approached, Rage couldn't shake the feeling of anxiety in his heart. He knew it wasn't going to be a simple encounter; it will be a battle that will decide the fate of their herd, of their world.

In one part of the camp, Rage saw her sons, Aiden, Luca, and Max, quietly observing. He knew that even though they wanted to join the fight, they weren't ready for this kind of war. He walked over to them, putting a hand on the shoulder of Aiden, the eldest.

"This isn't your fight yet," Rage said, his voice full of pity and concern. "I need you to stay here, safe. Your time will come, but not now."

Aiden looked at his father, eyes filled with determination. "Father, we are ready to fight. We know you will not allow us to perish, but we can defend ourselves and the herd."

Rage smiled, feeling proud of her children, but knowing they still had to wait for the right time. "I know, Aiden. But now, I need to know you're safe. Promise me you won't enter the fight until you're ready."

Aiden nodded, and Rage knew that even if there was some trepidation in his son's heart, he would follow his orders. He hugged his children, and said goodbye before returning to the center of the camp.

As the rogue werewolves approached, the surroundings were quiet-as if the forest was waiting for the first sound of battle. Suddenly the spies began to spread the word, running from place to place to give the last warning.

"They're here," Topaz whispered as she stood next to Rage, holding her sword. "We can't go wrong."

Despite the tension, Rage and Lupe's love never lost. Rage felt Lupe approach from behind him, felt the cold but empowering touch of his hand. Lupe stood next to him, and even though they didn't say anything, they knew the contents of each other's hearts.

"We'll fight for it," Lupe whispered. "For our herd, for our family."

Rage looked at Lupe, and in his eyes he saw the courage and love he had been searching for his entire life. "We will fight together," Rage answered. "No matter what happens, I won't leave you."

In an instant, they heard the sound of footsteps coming from the forest. The rogue werewolves have arrived. The first group of them broke in from the east, running fast, their eyes burning with the will to do battle.

"Now!" Rage shouted, raising his sword as he charged ahead of his warriors.

Two forces collide-the Howl Clan, along with other allied packs, and Karuk's rogue werewolves. Battle cries rose, and swords and fangs met in a clash of strength and courage.

Rage is fast and furious in the midst of battle, commanding his warriors while eliminating rogue werewolves in his path. Beside him, Lupe is like a shadow, passing through enemies with agility and speed. Their every move reflects their unity-a dance of life and death brought together by their love.

But Rage soon noticed something strange. The rogue werewolves don't seem to be all fighting at full strength. It seems that one part of their forces is acting as a distraction, while others seem to be preparing a larger and more organized attack on another part of the forest.

"Lupe!" Rage yelled as he shooed away another rogue. "Looks like Karuk has other plans. This isn't their full force!"

Lupe agrees, and in a quick move, orders Topaz to send some spies to find out the rest of the rogues' movements. "We need to know where they're really going to come in. We can't go around in this fight."

As the fight continues, Rage notices a group of rogues who seem to have a different goal. They quickly separated from the main battle and began to run towards the western side of the camp.

"Topaz!" Rage yelled, pointing at the group of rogues. "Stop them! They seem to be planning something

different!"

Topaz immediately responded, with a group of warriors chasing after the rogues. But as they approached, a powerful explosion of fire erupted from the center of the forest. Rage took a step back, surprised by the sudden turn of events.

"What happened?" Lupe asked as she ran back to Rage's side.

"They use magic," Rage answered, his eyes filled with worry. "This is not just a simple battle. They have a deeper plan."

While they were assessing the situation, they noticed that flames were constantly emerging from different parts of the forest. It seems like the rogue werewolves started a fire on purpose to disrupt the entire camp. They knew it was just another tactic to divide their forces and create chaos.

"Lupe," Rage said as he took his wife's hand. "We have to act fast. We cannot let them succeed in this plan of theirs."

Lupe nodded, and even though they felt the weight of the situation, the trust in their eyes did not disappear. They know they will face every challenge together, no matter what.

"For every fire they light, we will put it out," said Lupe, full of courage. "We will not allow them to destroy our herd."

They move quickly, and with each step, their love and unity become their backbone in the face of a war they cannot escape. That night, as smoke and fire covered the forest, Rage and Lupe fought with all their heart, not only for themselves, but for all who depended on their strength.