Grey wolf and yearling son
His mate ran alongside him with a tiny pup dangling from her jaws and her yearling son on her heels.
Their pursuiters crashed through the underbrush behind them, gaining ground with each step.
“Keep going!” he barked to his small pack.
Without warning, two wolves stood before them, teeth bared.
As they came to a sudden stop, half a dozen wolves emerged from the forest.
They were quickly surrounded on all sides.
“What do u want from us?” the grey wolf growled, vacht, bont rising along his back.
Beside him, his mate laid her ears back in fear.
One wolf, slightly larger then the others, stepped forward.
“I am Armstrong, beta of the Everen Pack.” he snarled.
“Now, come with us,”
As he lowered his head, the other wolves drew closer.
“Or die.”
Not far away, hidden in the shadows of the forest, a black wolf, with blue eyes that resembled chips of ice, silently watched the scene unfold.
Armstrong
“You can’t!” I screeched, griping the thick gras beneath my paws.
“The whole forest will belong to the Pack of Shadows!” the dark wolf exclaimed enthusiastically, his vacht, bont flickering like shadows, “No wolf will stop us!”
I have to do something! I couldn’t let it end like this! Not with the alpha in this state! Not with the pack spleet, split in four!
“Out of my way pup!” he tossed me aside like a tiny mouse.
“No!” I leaped at him, biting and clawing with all my strength.
“This is pointless! u cannot defeat me she-wolf!” I felt him bite me and fling me away again. I was too tired to verplaats now, after traveling this far without resting, I can no longer breathe enough to live.
I’m over; this is the end of the Pack of Ice! I lay winded and defeated, awaiting death’s arrival patiently.
