Uniting the Pack

Chapter 20

I turn to my dad. "Sorry about that. Now, we need a plan to stop this war." I demand. I need to do this as soon as possibe. "I'm sorry what?" my father asks. He looks concerned again. I really do not like that look. 'You know there's a war out there, right? And Emma's last word's were for me to stop this war, and I won't stop until I do that. Just that." I say. There is an aquard silence. I know what he's thinking: How can a little 12 year old do that? Well, even though he never said it,I can see it in his eyes. His liquidy grey blue eyes that can show his every emotion. That's one of the good things about my father. "So, let me get this straight, there's this war,and now you want to stop it. On your own?" he asks, appalled. Ya, so? "Yes-" I say as Jared bursts through the door. "You!" he snarls at my father and I. He really needs to get over it! What was I supposed to do? "Get out!" I scream at him. My father stands and pulls me towards him. For my safety. "Leave!" my Dad demands Jared. Go Dad! "I'm not leaving until you and your brat of a daughter are dead! Your daughter has cause somuch chaous out there!" Me? What did I do? "My pack and her's are at war, all because both packs want the land for themselves!" I can't take it anymore. This is not my fault! "Listen, you!" I scream at Jared. " This is not my fault. If anything, Imight be the best thing that has ever happened to this place. And you need to realize that. Besides, I really don't care about your personal feeling towards me, no matter how petty they are. Now, you might of killed mmy uncle, but that doesn't mean you're going to do the same!" I yell, thrusting myself at him. The collision surprises him, and he falls to the ground. "Get off of me!" he screams. I release all of my anger towards him. I punch, and kick,and by the time I finish, he is unconcious. I stand, and my dad just stares. "Casy, where did that come from?" he asks. My name sounds wierd after not hearing it for long. "I did what I had to do." I say. I lift his legs,and begin to drag him. I find a closet, and push him into it. Then I grab a stick of wood,and put it over the handles. "Dad, will you help meput some heavy stuff in front of the door?" I ask. He nods, and begins to bring two chairs over. Just then Chloe burt through the door.