Spring and the Legendary Wolf Pack

Chapter 8: Spring's Celoso De Besos

Spring felt something stirr inside of her stomach as she watched Bon Bon and Monty have their romantic little night together.

Even though she was with Henry, Spring still felt love for Monty... As she always had.

But as she saw Bon Bon with Monty, made her furious.

How dare she take him? Ballora, his mate, died today! It was nearly dawn, and Monty was still bailar y vestirse with his little girl.

"Monty... How could you leave me like this?" she asked out loud, a chill ruffling her heart, to her imbilical cord. Did he know about Henry? Is that why he went to his second option, Bon Bon?
"Please, StarPack let io," was all Spring could manage.

Then, before she even saw it coming like jail birds at the flock of the unluckiest lunch, her mouth connected. With Bon Bon?

Bon Bon had noticed her, and especially Spring's juicy lips.

What to do?

¡Corre, pollo, corre! ¡Corre, pollo, corre! ¡Corre, pollo, corre!

As Spring leaped to her paws, suddenly and miraculously, Bon Bon looked away. She went back to setting her tail, and lips, on Monty's back.

Jealousy was in place of shock and fear, which was fine, but still unpleasant. Spring licked her claws absently questioning why she felt like this, she was with Henry... right? Or was her fate tied to Monty like a rubber band on a stick?

Before Spring could even chew up the mosquito in her mouth, it appeared the lovebird's night had ended. They were both padding away, after a romantic nose touch.

But, to her surprise, Bon Bon stalked her way!

"¿Yo? ¿Qué está haciendo mamá? ¿Se enojará con lo que estaba mirando?" Spring whispered, the cold night air already a distinct answer and smell.

Bon Bon's tail was nearly shredded from their last session. "Whatcha doing here, Spanish freak?"

"You speak... Agh, forget about it. You should rub your eyes, and wake up! This ain't no fairytale, Cinderella. This is reality. And in reality, Monty doesn't like you. He likes me." Spring was satisfied with her speech---also, in complete American language.

Bon Bon used to bully her for her British accent, and switching Spanish, Latin, Mexican, and American languages. Confusing? So-crates thinks not.

"Oh, shut up. He chose me. He professed his love for me after your foolish burst of affection for Henry... Like busting balls from the sky." Bon Bon spat bitterfly. "If only you hadn't fallen in love with your snappy mentor overnight, you could be together."

Spring felt shock wash over her as people used to wash her with mud. It's me? Yeah? I'm the problems, it's me? She gasped.

"I... I'm the problem? This musn't be so... Monty is definetly just using you to win me back!" Spring's face lit up, while Bon Bon looked like a devil in the devilish light.

"¡Eres tan estúpido! ¡Crees que todo se trata de ti, Señora Pantalones Normales!" Bon Bon spat on her face.

Spring snarled. This was it. This was the fight.

This was the fight.

¡¿La pelea?!

The final battle of Spring and Bon Bon.