Book 1 Chapter 20: Apart of the tribe, Battle for the tribe

Apollo slept deeply, warmth surrounding his body, as well as slept peacefully.

He awoke to the sun, surrounded by the Wolf mother who he looked up at and found it looking right back, her head tilted down she actually licked his head.

The two brother wolves slowly yawned, stretching and getting up from the embrace the two brothers began to play. Apollo wasn't surprised, as the potion he had given it excelled at healing cuts, a step up from the vigorous momentum potion he had drank moons ago.

This potion was called a Crimson moon potion, which sped up the creation of red blood cells, and helped to heal cuts, bruises, and calmed the heart to lessen blood flow from wounds. It was called Crimson moon, because of its ability to move the blood like the moon moved waves.

Apollo got up, and picked up his blade and staff to find none of the wolves actually against it, even the Alpha wolf only looked over for a second before nodding its head and turning back around, carrying off the two pups who were playing beneath its legs. Apollo walked back, and got out the second piece of barbecue meat he had and gave it to the Mother wolf, who now since she was not grieving, was starving!

She gobbled the meat down in seconds, nodding to Apollo as thanks before picking herself up and moving over to the Alpha, who licked her head and nudged her. She gave off a low growl like she was teasing him, before looking over to Apollo…the tribe moved off.

Apollo could make a decision, go with the tribe…and see where that carried him, or go back alone to the forest, and possible danger. As the ladder sounded horrible, he started jogging behind the wolves, about 60 feet behind the back group of guard beta wolves. He may be the savior of the Alphas son, but he knew the pecking order of wolves as he had studied many of them as his spirit was linked to them. He was an omega, and for now would submit.

The tribe moved steadily west, encountering other wolf tribes that passed by them with low growls, this tribe must be higher in the chain Apollo surmised. He tread through the forest at great speed alongside the wolves around him with a deep smell of earth, and the sound of the trees 1000's of feet tall swaying in the vast sky. Apollo felt a resonance to all this, a kindling of spirit ignited in him.

After several days passed, the wolf tribe slowly stopped, before them a night sky filled with the green moon of Terra (earth), casting a green glow amongst the trees and leaves, causing there form to be more vibrant and filling.

Apollo felt a strange itch on the back of his neck as he looked around, he cast his gaze on the young pups who were currently huddled around by larger guard wolves of the tribe. The Alpha and his companion had moved to the front of the group, a deep howl let loose from the Alpha.

*aWWOOOOOOOooooOOOOO* It howled, causing leaves to fall, and the wind to sweep the ground.

This was the power of a level 4 and above beast, a wolf already had a strong howl that could be heard for miles, this definitely went as far as a 100 miles! As to why, Apollo didn't entirely understand at the moment but knew he soon would.

Apollo slowly drew his blade from his back and joined the Alpha. Looking forward, and now not obstructed by the large Silver Mountain wolves, he saw an equally large group of wolves that had a highlight of black to their coat, as well as what looked like grass instead of fur.

Dark Grass wolves! The name may sound a bit timid, but dark grass was a rare type of grass that grew in the underground of deep mines, and in darkness gained there color as they grew. These wolves that went far back had a lineage of the dark grass supposedly evolving, as some plants do when they grow to a certain age and turned into a wolf that mated with Silver mountain wolves, creating two divergent lineage tribes.

This was what Bo had taught him, as it was a legend, but seeing this wolves in front of him he believed every bit of the story: as in this world, anything is possible!

He felt a deep killing intent pervade the air, as the two Alphas of the group stared at each other, their eyes locked on one another with the intent to kill.

'They must have been on this journey originally but were interrupted by that Jet night wolf, who may very well have been sent to kill the children of this tribe to in-suffer the Alpha and the Alphas Companion.

The Darkgrass Alpha wolf howled and with it instead of wind being swept up to the sky, the grasses around it actually seem to excitedly weep and bend towards the Alpha. Strange plant energy pervaded the ground causing even the bases of the nearby tree roots, which were thicker by several 10s of times then a full grown man's thigh, to rise up.

As this happened the Silver Mountain Alpha huffed, and swept its tail. A silver wind blade cut through the air, slicing off the roots. The thickness and toughness of these ageless trees could be imagined. The Silver mountain wolves excelled in wind affinities and earth, creating a divergent Silver wind attribute of the two being mixed.

As silver was a metal, it was also a mineral in this world. Silver mountain wolves came from the terrain of the Silver mountain, which had Silver earth and sweeping winds.

Apollo raised his blade, and at any second was ready to unleash his strength to a high degree, for some reason as he travelled with this tribe his aura had changed, as well as his strength thus with it. He felt strange energy in his body pervade his muscles, as his senses became keen.

He felt a rising spirit!

Apollo howled, small fangs protruded from his mouth, and his molars became sharpened. This was a sign he was slowly awakening his spirit. The dark grass wolf saw this lowly, slave, human that the Alpha wolf carried around and didn't even bat an eye looking at the small boy hold a large blade.

The wolves lined up in sections, an even spread of groups readied themselves for the ensuing blood bath and even the companion of the Silver Mountain Alpha pointed her nose and growled at the Darkgrass Alphas companion who was sleek and fierce looking with her teeth protruding from her snout.

The Alphas leapt with massive strength sending them flying at one another, clashing and flipping in the air before landing, each with a small scar across the face. The Silver Mountain wolf left a larger scar, as it had swiped with its claw and as it fell hit with its sharp tail.

The Darkgrass Alpha, had simply swiped with its claw, this was just as deadly…as the special trait of Darkgrass was poison. The type that slowed and decayed the energy of the body, although it was not deadly if ingested and slowly pushed out, in a battle of attrition it could be said to be life threatening.

Just as the two had landed, the wolves dived at each other again and at that moment the two tribe sides clashed in massive wails and howls that pervaded the air. Apollo new his own strength, and fought the lowest wolves of the other side. He swept horizontally with his blade hitting the side of a wolf and cracking its rib, he had exploded his strength, and the wolf had underestimated him and was sent flying. As it struck a tree, it coughed blood and slinked before dying.

Apollo felt a deep blood lust slowly rise within him; he didn't take note of it as another wolf had arrived before him. It struck the ground, and from its grass fur Darkgrass shot forward like spines, shooting at different points of Apollos body. He pumped 10 percent of his strength into his legs and leapt backwards.

His attentiveness to dodge things was honed by Bo's training with the flying stones which were random without order. This was to train Apollos reaction time, which over the course of that month had actually exceeded Bo's expectations as Apollo had begun to move at a rhythm and dodge every single flying and jumping block even at his full tilt speed.

Apollo hit the ground, and dove to the side as the Darkgrass Spines struck before him once more without letting up, he closed the distanced with a push against the ground and swept with an overhead smash while the Darkgrass wolf covered its head in spines. Apollo had expected this and as the swing was coming down pumped all the weight he could without truly maximizing it, as he would need some later, onto the swing.

It smashed down with the weight of 300 pounds caving in the grass spines and striking the wolf's head into the ground, Apollo leapt up and held the handle as he dove with it tip first straight down through a crack in the spines striking the wolf's neck killing it.

The blood lust in him raised yet another level; he began to feel heat throughout his limbs rise!

He dashed forward this time, and met another wolf head on as he swung at its legs, the second it fell a Silver Mountain wolf pounced forward that had been attacking it and swiped at its neck, biting deeply into it and rolling before ripping it out. The Silver mountain Wolf dashed off to continue to fight with its comrades.

Apollo joined it, and ran forward and under the wolf as it leaped and landed its tail on the side of a Darkgrass wolf, Apollo bent down and then thrust upwards straight through its rib cage where it had been struck with the Silver tail swing, piercing through, it blood cascaded down onto Apollo.

The smell of iron was making Apollo feel like Lava was in his body, as he focused, his hands started to grow out and talons protruded out from where his nails were. His feet grew as well, breaking apart his leather shoes, the nails on his feet growing as well. Apollo felt a surge of energy in his body, as he leapt up and looked at his hands he felt the slight fear of both sides of the wolves on each side around him. They felt a tyrannical aura that pervaded from Apollo who had the blood lineage of the greatest god wolf of mankind. The world wolf!

Apollo leapt and swung out striking the leg of a wolf, causing it to fall as fear pervaded its eyes, two Silver Mountain wolves took this chance and bit down at it in the stomach and ripped its guts out, bleeding it to death.

Apollos eyes began to turn black, as he felt the energy rise in his body to the limit, he opened the full strength he had stored, and stored his blade and staff in his ring as his clothes ripped!

His body grew an inch as thick fur started to cover his body, the energy changing the very nature of his muscles as his spirit was unleashed…before too long his eyes had completely turned red.

He dashed forward bipedal before going into a run with all four limbs, his speed double then what it was in natural form, slowly his ears extended into those of a wolf, and his skin started to peel revealing a thicker fur. The skin fell to the ground, Apollo hadn't noticed as the blood lust had completely token over.

He leapt at wolves, and hung onto their heads as his claws sunk into their eye cavities ripping their eyes out, before opening their mouth with his stored strength and breaking their jaws clean in half!