The Blood of a Wolf

Part 2. The innocent's blood

When I got there I saw him. He was lying there. As still as the wind before a great storm. Eyes staring out into nothing, as blank as the canvas of a thoughtless painter. My father lay at the feet of a wolf whose fur was as black as ink. Blood was trickling out of his jaws and covered his snout. He turned to stare at me. I started feeling a tingling throughout my body. He came running toward me. My vision went clear and I saw nothing but him. His eyes locked on mine. Without thinking I took off moving faster than thought possible. We clashed in midair. The wolf was more experienced than I but I was overcome with emotion and a rage that burned hotter than the fires of Hades. He didn't stand a prayer. Once we hit the ground I lost all sense of what was happening. I was told I moved like a blur. Still but a pup but matching a much older wolf. I think he slashed me a few times from he scars I had after but I did not feel them. All I knew was that this wolf had killed my father. I was told I slashed and clawed and bit and snarled and fought like a demon. Finally I saw an opening. I grabbed the older wolf by his throat and threw him to the ground. I came down on him and ripped out his throat and commenced to tear him to pieces. When I stopped and regained my senses everyone was looking at me. Blood caked my fur and dripped off of my claws and fangs.
"Alex" Mark says to me. I turn towards him.
"He... He killed my father..."
"I know Alex. I'm sorry." I walk over to my fathers body and lie down. I lay my head over his body and cry. The betas and the alpha investigate to find out the wolf who had killed my father was a spy from a rival pack and my father had found out. He had tried to stop him... Taking food from enemy territory was one thing. This however crossed the line. Innocent blood was spilled and the debt shall be repaid ten fold. Even if it's by my hand alone.