Chapter 2

The she-wolf is carrying out her mission, but as you can see another wolf isn't too thrilled about it.

The small little she-wolf thrashed and struggled wildly, her eyes glazed with fear and pain. Incredibly, none of the wolves in the den woke. Some rolled over, some twitched, but none felt the urge to stir and find their packmate being killed right in front of them. Violet laughed to herself. What a bunch of deer brains! She thought, dragging the she-wolf out of the warm, quiet den. Violet threw the pitiful little wolf onto the hard ground, watching. The wolf let out an odd gurgling noise, twitching and thrashing so violently that most wolves would turn away or vomit. But Violet didn't. She never took her eyes off of her victims, and tonight was no different. The little she-wolf let out one last howl of agony, then lay still. It was a truly horrific sight. The wolf's eyes were still open, creating an eerie appearance. Her throat was slashed open, almost to the bone. Violet grabbed the wolf by her scruff, dragging the limp body through the forest. She then simply threw the body into a rushing river, where it sank to the bottom, slowly drifting away. Violet licked her sharp claws, getting rid of the blood and dirt. Now, you may be asking your self who this poor she-wolf was, and why Violet was so cruel as to kill her. Well, that she-wolf was named Alana. A small, light gray she-wolf with green eyes, she was a very respected member of The pack of the Flashing Lightning. And why did Violet kill her? Well, the answer is quite simple. At least, it was simple in Violet's twisted mind. She simply didn't like Alana, and wanted her dead. There was no betrayal, no broken relationships. Violet just simply didn't like her. The trees seemed to whisper Violet's name again, only hushed voices that gradually grew louder. Violet, Violet, Violet... It was a frightening chant, but Violet had grown accustomed to it. Were the trees cheering her on? Or were they cursing her? No one is quite sure. But Violet didn't mind. All of a sudden, a black shape emerged, it's amber eyes glinting. "Ah, Copper." Violet greeted the shape, nodding. The wolf called Copper slid out of the undergrowth, smirking. "Another one? That's three wolves this moon!" He barked, looking concerned. "Isn't that a little excessive?" Violet rolled her purple eyes. "My dear Copper, sometimes plans don't go as you like them too." A smirk scrawled across her face. "And my plan is just getting started."

Author's Note

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