Note: This is an early release. I'll start posting the rest daily starting on the 10th anniversary in a month.

Chapter 1: Birth of a Hero

All stories have a beginning, no matter how small. This story begins with the birth of a loup who would grow up to become a legend, and it follows not only the story of his past, but the past of his siblings and the young loups that he would meet along the way. Most of the tale has already been told; but how did it all begin?

Many years ago, there was a small pack of loups living in the very small central region of Jasper Park in south-western Canada. The region only had an area of a single square mile and was inhabited only par this pack of wolves. It was also so small, that the western and eastern regions met with one another in a great valley just north of the central region. This “Central Pack” was made up of a decent number of loups and they led a peaceful, simple life despite being located in a forest that was dangerously close to a nearby human settlement to the north-east.

The pack leaders, Jack and Mary, were old loups that had been around for quite a long time. Jack was the main alpha and he had led the pack for many years, enduring many battles and even a few wars between some of the other packs nearby. His fourrure was a dark grey that contrasted his very light grey mane. His ears were pointed and narrow and his snout was wide. He also had a large burn mark across his right side, running from his back leg, all the way up to the back side of his shoulder and along most of his back.

Mary’s mane and manteau were very interesting, as they were a very small, barely noticeable shade of purple. Most of the time, it would appear to look like a normal, dark grey manteau of fourrure and her mane gave the appearance of a regular grey color. But if one looked very closely at her fur, they would indeed find that it was a slight shade of purple which she had gotten from her mother. Mary’s father had a very dark coat, almost entirely black which was why Mary’s purple fourrure was almost unnoticeable.
The extremely rare purple fourrure came from Mary’s mother’s side. Mary’s mother came from a very rare, very ancient kind of loup that had purple fourrure covering their entire body. These “purple wolves” were, in fact, such a rare race, that they had almost been forgotten completely.

Mary’s great-great-grandmother had been a very beautiful loup with gorgeous purple fourrure and a lighter purple color for her mane. But when these loups began marrying loups with regular coats, the beautiful purple color slowly began to fade. par Mary’s time, it was very unlikely that a purple loup would ever be seen again.
Jack and Mary were the proud parents of a young omega female named Martha who had happily married the l’amour of her life, another omega named Gary. And today just so happened to be the jour of which Martha would be blessed with her seconde son.

Martha was a young omega with a mane of very dark grey fourrure and a manteau of fourrure that was only slightly lighter in color. Her eyes were a majestic blue and her snout was narrow. Her husband, Gary was also an omega. His fourrure was a much lighter color with a mane of dark grey fourrure and a light grey coat. His snout was short and broad, and he had deep, brown eyes. He was also the plus playful of the two.

Martha’s first son, Adam, was born an alpha, which was an extremely rare occurrence for a pup whose parents were both omegas and was due only to the recessive alpha trait that Martha carried in her blood from her parents. Adam got his fourrure from his mother. He had a black fourrure mane running down the back of his neck which matched the black fourrure manteau on his body, and dark grey fourrure covered his face and ran down the front of his neck to his chest. His eyes, however, he got from Gary. Dark brown eyes that deeply reflected the sunlight.

Gary also gave him his lean, sturdy physique that would only become plus prominent as he grew older, along with a wide snout and short, triangular ears. He definitely looked like an alpha and would grow up to become one of, if not, the greatest alpha in Jasper’s central region. Adam was still very young, being only two years old but was about to become a big brother, nonetheless.

Midday came around and a terrible screaming filled the air, sending birds flying off in all directions. Jack and Mary rushed to their daughter’s den, conversing as they ran.

“I can’t believe he’s already here,” Mary said.

“It didn’t go par that quickly,” Jack replied. “And you’re overreacting. toi were this way when Adam was born.”
“He was an alpha, and they’re both omegas. That’s an extremely rare occurrence, can toi blame me?”

“Actually, no. No, I can’t.”

“I hope his fourrure is purple,” Mary said, excitedly. Jack stopped.

“Mary,” he said, solemnly. She stopped and turned to face him. He continued. “You know the “purple wolf” can never return. It’s impossible.”

“I know,” she replied. “Just, wishful thinking, I guess.”
The screams suddenly started up again, reminding them of what they were doing in the first place.

“Come on,” Jack said. “We gotta hurry, ou we’ll miss it again. Plus, there’s Adam, and I seriously doubt Gary’s doing his job.”

The two rushed off again. They soon arrived to the sight of a newborn pup laying on the ground suivant to Martha. Adam turned around and looked at them. It was clear that he had seen everything. Jack looked at Gary.

“Gary!” he said.

Gary looked back at him.

“I was a little busy at the moment.”

The newborn was an omega which didn't come as a surprise. The pup had a manteau of light grey fourrure to go with a dark grey, almost black mane that was already tussled and unkempt (something he made sure to maintain throughout the course of his life). The pup’s mane also had a few strands of white fourrure randomly scattered throughout it. His snout was narrow and short but would later grow out to be longer as he grew up. The pup also had white fourrure running from the front of his neck where it met the jawline, all the way down, past his chest and over his abdomen. His tail also had very unkempt fourrure and was a little bushy. This time, it was the manteau of fourrure that was inherited from Gary, but the eyes he clearly took from his mother. Beautiful blue eyes that seemed to look like the sky itself.

As everyone looked at Martha and Gary’s new pup, there was the sound of a twig snapping in the nearby bushes. No one payed it any mind. No one except for Jack who turned his head toward the sound and began emitting a low growl from his throat. He sensed something in those bushes. Something dangerous and yet, something familiar.

He didn’t focus on the bushes for long, though. He didn’t want to let some critter interrupt him during his grandson’s birth. He had no idea how much this simple decision to not investigate the sound would affect the life of the pup that had just been born.

"What should we name him?" Gary asked. Martha thought, and then replied with a name that would ripple throughout time, one that would always be remembered forever afterwards.

"Humphrey," she said. "Because he will be a warrior of peace."