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Part 1: The Challenge  

Max wasn't quite sure how to take being rejected. He really wanted to be in the pack, but the pack wouldn't let him join. Something about "being a dog" and not "having enough fighting skill." Well, he would show them. His plan was to challenge those pack of wolves to a fight. Not the whole pack of course, just the Omega. 

Max stepped carefully through the woods as these thoughts ran through his head. His golden fur shone in the moonlight, and his green eyes shimmered as he trod his way to the pack’s home base. 

One of the wolves standing guard for the night issued a warning growl. Wolf eyes flashed dangerously at Max. 

“Don’t step a paw closer,” the wolf threatened. “What do you want, dog?” 

Having a flash of fearlessness, Max stepped forward and whispered, “To challenge your Omega.”

The guard wolf narrowed his eyes and whipped around. “Follow me then,” the wolf said evenly over his shoulder. A five-minute walk deeper into the woods was all it took to get to the camp.

“Alpha,” the guard called out to a group of sleeping lumps near the base of a tree. “The dog is back, and he wants to challenge.” 

The Alpha stood up from the mass of the dozing canis lupus. He stood a foot taller than the guard with blood red eyes. 

“Is that so?” Alpha sneered. “You want to try to take on Omega? He may be old, but he’ll still kill you before you can blink.” 

The other wolves started to get up, seeing what was happening. Max became angry at Alpha’s rudeness.

“No, I want to challenge you, Alpha,” Max shot back. Alpha howled with laughter at that, and the other wolves joined in. 

“You can laugh all you want but I’ll be the one laughing after the fight is done.”

Part 2: The Provocation

Alpha laughed even harder at that. “Is that so?” Alpha called mockingly. “What are you going to do, give me puppy eyes and I will roll over?” 

Another wolf called out. “You are so small, one of my pups could beat you in a minute!” 

The rest of the pack laughed and laughed. Max was quickly starting to lose faith. He hated being laughed at, if not for being a dog, then, for being small of size. 

Just watch, Max thought to himself, we will see who is laughing soon enough. 

“Are you done with the chit chat, Alpha? Trying to prevent your future beating?” Max barked, trying to be brave. 

Alpha scoffed. “As if you could deliver such a thing, dog.” 

Max was tired of being mocked. “Bring it on.”

      Part 3: The Fight 

Alpha lunged at Max. Max barely had time to roll away before Alpha’s jaws snapped right where Max had been a moment before. 

That’s not fair, I wasn’t ready, Max thought. 

Max’s thoughts ended quickly as he had to duck under a swipe of Alpha’s outstretched claws. A round of yips went out from the crowd of wolves, seeing a quick victory for their Alpha

Max had to stay on the defensive for the next minute. Blocking jabs from the paws and snaps from the jaws was all Max could do. 

Duck and roll. Duck and roll. 

A quick breath was given to Max when Alpha extended his front paw too much, shifting his body forward over a hidden rock. Max regained his breath in time for Alpha to give another swing—this time from the other paw. 

To be continued 

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