The battle was over... Most of the rouges retreated from the fight, including their leader, the lobo who called himself "King". But he was anything besides a king. He was the devil himself, as cruel as he was. As he lay dying, as Kate was about to approach him for the final blow, he had a wicked smile on his face because of what he did. For what he did, Kate could NEVER forgive. A part of her heart... a part of Her very soul, along with Humphrey's, was torn away... All because of what the devil himself had done. As Kate delivered the final, gruesome, grisly blow to the cruel alpha, she looked over at the small, lifeless pup that was once runt.
Runt was the youngest of the three pups that Kate gave birth to, and of course, he was the future leader of the Omegas, while his brother and sister Stinky and Claudette would grow up to rule Jasper, side por side with their heirs. Runt was always cheerful. Rarely ever got legitimately mad at anyone. He would get irritated with his siblings teasing of his size, but he would never want to harm a fly... so innocent... so young was he...
As Kate looked at her son's mutilated body, which showed obvious signs of a slow and painful death in the hands of the Rouge leader, horrid imagens of macabre and death filled her mind, and she could hear his screams and cries for his mother as King ripped the flesh of his bones and clawed his eyes out. This led Kate to tear up. Humphrey stood beside her, already sobbing at the loss of his child.
"I... better go tell the others..." he whispered as he slowly trotted off to tell the other pack members of his son's terrible fate.
As he was heading back, he heard Kate let out a loud, mournful but ear piercing shriek. She screamed her lungs out, not knowing why either. She never knew if it was anger or sadness that she was letting out. But, these thoughts soon left her mind as she collapsed in a pool of her son's blood, and began to sob. Again, she felt that everything, her world, was taken from her. Forever, there will be a hole in Kate's coração that could never be filled again, even with Humphrey, the most loyal omega and husband at her side... She knew it was all over, and after her mourning por herself, her family: Marcel, Paddy, Claudette, Stinky, Humphrey, Garth, Lilly, and even the bears all helped provide a proper burial for the poor cub. The rain still came down as the family said their goodbyes, and Humphrey carried their crying pups all the way home, knowing that there will be one less smiling face on natal morning... It was all for nothing...
Runt was the youngest of the three pups that Kate gave birth to, and of course, he was the future leader of the Omegas, while his brother and sister Stinky and Claudette would grow up to rule Jasper, side por side with their heirs. Runt was always cheerful. Rarely ever got legitimately mad at anyone. He would get irritated with his siblings teasing of his size, but he would never want to harm a fly... so innocent... so young was he...
As Kate looked at her son's mutilated body, which showed obvious signs of a slow and painful death in the hands of the Rouge leader, horrid imagens of macabre and death filled her mind, and she could hear his screams and cries for his mother as King ripped the flesh of his bones and clawed his eyes out. This led Kate to tear up. Humphrey stood beside her, already sobbing at the loss of his child.
"I... better go tell the others..." he whispered as he slowly trotted off to tell the other pack members of his son's terrible fate.
As he was heading back, he heard Kate let out a loud, mournful but ear piercing shriek. She screamed her lungs out, not knowing why either. She never knew if it was anger or sadness that she was letting out. But, these thoughts soon left her mind as she collapsed in a pool of her son's blood, and began to sob. Again, she felt that everything, her world, was taken from her. Forever, there will be a hole in Kate's coração that could never be filled again, even with Humphrey, the most loyal omega and husband at her side... She knew it was all over, and after her mourning por herself, her family: Marcel, Paddy, Claudette, Stinky, Humphrey, Garth, Lilly, and even the bears all helped provide a proper burial for the poor cub. The rain still came down as the family said their goodbyes, and Humphrey carried their crying pups all the way home, knowing that there will be one less smiling face on natal morning... It was all for nothing...
