FLASHBACK EXTRAS

Lionel's POV

This is an extra from Lionel's POV!!! For those of you unfamilier with Lionel, I can tell you that he is AWESOME!!! Lionel is the little orange wolf in Macavellian's POV extra. I love Lionel. Of course, I love all of my characters, because I created them. Even the bad ones. I love them too. I'm kinda off track now. How did that happen? Anyway, you will soon learn to love Lionel just as much as I do, if not more. Now for the awesomeness, because I have delayed you long enough...

I raced down the long white hallway. I could not be slow. He would be mad enough as it is, what with the message I was delivering...

I just wanted this to end. Being an orange was hard. But being the orange son of the second most powerful officer in the pack was even worse. I tried. I truly did. But for some reason, I could never be right. I would never be as strong or as mean as the other wolves. I couldn't even hate the Fae. I had tried with all of my might to hate them. I tried to see them as the others saw them. But no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't.

Eventually, I had given up. I let myself feel for them. I let myself try to help the girl down the hall escape. I delivered food to her. I learned her name. Ruby. I treated her as well as I could without being caught. I tried to tell her of things going on. I hid messages. With any luck, if she was returned to her kind, she could bring me with her. I would fit in better with the faeries. Hell! I would fit in better with a crowd of rocks!

When I told her of the gold being captured, she told me that no matter what, I should protect her. I should help Ren escape. Not herself. I knew I could not though. If her memory was truly erased, the gold would be sent to the Facility. I could not help her there. But if I could, I would.

I reached the door to the room he was in. He opened it. As I looked into his black eyes, I was terrified. With every ounce of courage I had, I turned to human form and tried to deliver the message. I froze halfway through. He growled. I continued, knowing that if I did not, bad things would happen. They had happened before. When I finished, he sent me away. I was so relieved, I just wandered, not even knowing where I was going.

I found myself outside the landing area. There was a small tree next to me. I looked up into it's branches and saw a small yellow bird with black and grey wings. A warbler I remembered. It cocked it's head at me and chirped. Then it hopped out of the tree and sat at my feet. It came closer, not at all afraid.

Most wolves would have killed the poor little guy on sight. But I was strange. I was different. I noticed an orange and white marking on the bird's neck. Warblers I had seen before didn't have it. He was different too. He was like me.

I held out my hand and he hopped into it. I slipped the little bird into the pouch on my belt. I would keep him. I could not let anyone see him though. He poked his head out of the pocket, showing the orange feathers on his neck. I pushed him gently back into the pouch and buttoned the lid. "Be quiet Feathers."