The Grotto
Disaster has struck!
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I wasn't planning on taking this wolf's life. I know nothing about him and who might hold him dear. Maybe he has a family, a mate who loves him, children. Who am I to take him away from them? I can tell that my hit to the rib cage did hurt him because his breathing's not quite right. He always sounds out of breath. I can also feel the wolf's wrath though and I know he would kill both of us if given the chance. I can still taste the metallic sting of his blood on my tongue and I can see the damage I did to his neck. I hear the audible crack of a bone breaking and when I look back, I see Solitaire's mouth around the wolf's leg. Wow, that's some power. I feel the wolf clawing at my legs to push me away but I don't give him any room to breathe, wanting to make sure he stays away from my brother. I feel the pain of his teeth on my shoulder and I yelp in surprise and pain. I start having second thoughts about this whole thing. Maybe we should get away? I snap back at him and I'm almost surprised to feel his head in my mouth. I crunch down before I can think about it, almost like it's instinct. When I hear his dying words, I feel the anger pressing inside my own head again and I can't help but push my jaws down harder, like I'm trying to crush his skull to pieces. How dare he say something like that! When I hear him gurgling though, I release his head and my eyes widen as he flops to the ground. I know automatically that he's dead and I don't know how to react. I hear my brother questioning me, asking if I'm injured but his voice sounds so far away as I stare with a wide open mouth at the body that used to be a living breathing being. Did I do this? I'm lost for words. "I...um..." My body shivers as the warm blood trickles down my shoulder from the bite mark the wolf gave me and I know I have some scratch marks on my legs from his claws catching me. Tristan.male.7 years old.son of |