Balto: Return Threat
Balto: Return Threat
Balto123
Summary: Following the events of 'A New Threat', Lance begins to feel things for Balto's daughter Saba. She however encounters an injured wolf, and they hit it off right away. But what exactly are his motivations? Meanwhile, Aleu's clan is on the edge of war against another led by a mysterious Alpha, for total control of the region. What's more, several grisly murders in Nome makes Balto ask the question- is 'The Pack' truly dead?
Note: Takes place a few months after 'A New Threat’. The characters Chester, Stacy, Lance, Sirius, Chris, Gillifer, Heller, Zao, Whisper, Grant, Maxwell, Tanner, Jaxx, Max, Vance, Trixxy, Bad Wolf and the events of this story are copyright 2006 by Matt Robinson. The character Shade is the intellectual property of Anthony Rotramel. The other characters are copyright by Universal Pictures and Amblin Entertainment.
Rating: PG13 for violent content and occasional swearing.
Foreword: This story requires some explanation. First, I’d like to thank Rotramel for one of the main center ideas of this fic. This story came to me as I read his fantastic fic: ‘Balto: Traitor’. True, I am copying one of his ideas from that story, but I want him and everyone else to know that I’m not copying his story, nor am I in any way trying to say that he did anything wrong in his story. I give all the credit for the idea to Rotramel, but the story and the characters from here on in are mine.
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Prologue:
Tibalt stumbled through the cold wind and blinding snow. He was beginning to think he was never going to find the cave.
''It has to be here somewhere! I've just gotta keep going!'' he said aloud.
Suddenly, he heard a howl close to where he was and stopped walking.
''Bingo!''
Following the sound of the wolf call, Tibalt could make out the entrance to a cave through the billowing white. Squinting, he could make out two sentries guarding the entrance.
''Those guys look tough. I'd better be on my guard''
Taking it slowly, Tibalt walked up to the two guards, who leered at him.
''What do you want?'' one, a completely black wolf, ordered. Tibalt stood his ground.
''I wish to join your clan'' he said determidly. Both sentries stared at him in bewilderment.
''Are you serious?'' the other, a brown and white wolf asked. Tibalt nodded.
''I am. I wish to speak to your leader if I may''
The two guards looked uncertainly at each other, before the black wolf padded inside the cave. A few moments later, a third wolf padded outside and up to Tibalt.
'You wish to speak with our leader?'' he asked. Out of the corner of his eye, Tibalt noticed the two sentries shake slightly.
''From the cold, or.... fear?''
The wolf gave him a once over, before gesturing to the cave.
''Follow me, and stay close''
Padding behind the wolf, and out of the biting wind, Tibalt examined his surroundings. Looking from side to side, he realized that they were far from alone. Lining several vantage points were wolves…dozens of wolves. Some gazed curiously at him, others suspiciously. Some whispered eagerly to each other as he passed, tailing his escort. Tibalt frowned, not liking this situation one bit.
''They’re eager about something. But for what I wonder?''
He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.
As they rounded a bend, the mouth of rather large alcove yawned ominously before them. His escort came to a halt.
''Remain here'' the wolf ordered without looking behind him, before continuing forward and disappearing into the rock shelter.
Tibalt listened to the excited murmuring and chattering of the wolves above him. Seconds ticked by, and then minutes, and still the wolf had not reappeared. The suspense was driving him mad.
''What’s taking so long? This guy must be tough to negotiate with''
He cast another quick glance over his shoulder. None of the wolves seemed to be entirely focused on him, but rather on the rock alcove. He began to feel unnerved. But he couldn't back out now.
''No way!'' he muttered aloud.
A moment later, the wolf emerged from the alcove.
''He will see you. Make it brief, and speak only when spoken to. Understand?''
Tibalt nodded, and slowly padded past the wolf and into the shadowy alcove. He couldn't help noticing the sly grin on the wolfs face before the shadows consumed him.
The darkness subsided slightly as he padded further inside, casting eerie shadows on the rock walls. Tibalt grimaced as a thick smell of...something, overpowered his senses. Resisting the urge to gag, he came to a sudden halt as he spotted something in the darkness.
In front of him was what appeared to be a rock throne, on which was sat a wolf shaped figure within the shadows. Tibalt could make out the gleam of two eyes within the darkness, one dark brown.... the other red.
''Come forward'' a voice cut through the darkness, sending a chill down Tibalts back. Nonetheless, he stepped forward. The leaders eyes shifted down, examining him from the shadows.
''State your name'' the leader commanded. Tibalt tried to make out him features, but he could not. His features were masked by shadows, and he could only make him out briefly in the dim light.
''My name is Tibalt sir, and I wish to be allowed to join this clan'' he attempted to hide the fear in his voice, with mixed success.
''Is that a fact? Tell me Tibalt, why do you want to join our...family?'' the leader asked in a voice that came out colder than an Alaskan wind. Tibalt gulped inwardly.
''I want to be a wolf sir. I want to become a member of this pack so I can prove myself. Sir'' he lowered his eyes respectfully.
''Prove yourself you say? Tell me, what could you offer us?'' the leader shifted in the shadows, and for an instant Tibalt could make out the features of the left side of his face. He didn't look like a wolf, but he was quite handsome.
''I can offer my fighting services to this clan should the need arise sir'' Tibalt announced determinedly. The leader laughed, a low snigger that reverberated off the rock walls.
''Fighting services? Your no fighter kid, your in too good health. Why are you really here?''
Tibalt felt a tinge of anger at being referred to as 'kid'. Yes he was young, but what gave this guy the right to question him?
''I think...that your trying to prove something. Perhaps to mommy and daddy, huh?'' the leader smirked within the darkness. Tibalt frowned.
''No! I am offering my services to this pack, sir! I only wish to prove myself loyal to your cause'' Tibalt said, his anger growing. What the guy had said was true, to an extent, but he didn't want him to think that.
''Prove yourself loyal aye? Listen kid, your out of your league. We only accept the best here, not yearlings such as yourself looking for a good time! A wolf pack is a family; it's a way of life! It's not for the likes of you!''
Tibalt scowled ''I can prove myself sir! Luck willing, I will show you what I can do for this pack!''
The leader frowned ''Luck? Luck!? Don't you even use that word kid! You don't know the meaning of the word! Luck is what decides what will happen in your life! It decides what you will do, and how long you will live! It can control you as soon as you are born, even before that!'' he spat. Tibalt took a defensive step back.
''He just went nuts! What is this guys problem?''
The leader regarded him coolly ''You talk about luck Tibalt, but have you truly experienced luck? Hmm? I have. I experienced it as soon as I was born''
One paw extended out of the darkness. Tibalt regarded the razor sharp claws and matted fur, and shivered slightly.
''Unlike you Tibalt, I never had a mommy or daddy to run away from. I never knew them. My father ran off before I was born, the coward! And my mother died once she had given birth to me, the weakling! Luck decided that fate for me Tibalt, and look at me now!'' the smirk returned on the leaders face, from what Tibalt could make out.
''I still wish to join this clan sir'' he said, bowing his head slightly. The leader regarded him for a second, all the time scraping his claws against the rock throne, leaving deep gashes.
''Tell me Tibalt, do you have a strong stomach?''
Tibalt looked up in confusion, and paused before answering ''Yes...yes I do sir''
''Could you stomach blood, or death on a massive scale? That is the way of the pack, should you join us'' the leader continued. Tibalt paused again before answering.
''I...yes, I could handle that sir. No problem''
The leader nodded, the right side of his face still obscured by the shadows ''What about war?''
Tibalt frowned in confusion ''War sir?''
''Yes, war. There is to be a conflict in this region soon, and there will be many deaths. Could you handle that?''
Tibalt shook his head in puzzlement ''I don't understand sir''
''Tell me, have you heard of Aleu?'' the leader asked, spitting out the last word. Tibalt nodded.
''She is the leader of a wolf clan sir, near the town of Nome'' he answered. He noticed the leader flinch slightly at the mention of the town name.
''Not for much longer'' he remarked coldly.
''What do you mean sir?'' Tibalt asked. The leader raked his claws over the throne.
''Aleu is a bug waiting to be squashed! And her clan shall tremble with fear!''
Tibalt shivered again. He felt an evil unlike any he had experienced before resonate from the wolf in the shadows, and he was starting to have seconds thoughts about the whole idea.
''Soon it will be war! Are you ready for war Tibalt?'' the leaders eyes
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