The Fire Wolves (book 10)

Chapter. 9 Day 1

After the fire stopped, toxic got up and walked onto the ash covered land. No trees were left, they had all fallen and burned. Toxic checked each den, every wolf was dead. Toxic decided to journey to his old home and climb onto one of the mountains.

Toxic was the only fire wolf left. He began to walk, the ash covering his paws with each step he took. His face covered with small grey hairs. He sighed as he began passing more burnt trees. Everything was gone, toxic was alone.

Toxic soon made it out of the forest and began to cross a small desert land, the sand somewhat turned to glass due to heat. Toxic carefully stepped over the glass. Toxic slipped and cut his feet on the glass. Toxic climbed over a sandy hill. The glass cutting at his paws as he made it to the top of the hill and went down.

He hit ash again. His paws aching as they bled out. The sun started to set and he laid down. Toxic licked the cuts on his paws and winced in pain. He then fell asleep in to a dream.

The dream.
Toxic laid in his old den, his old pack mates outside his den, playing and talking. Toxic looked around the den, his herbs on the shelves and his scrolls safely stored. Toxic stretched and got up, his missing eye was back and his eye scar was gone. His hair was shorter and his fur was lighter. He was young again.

Toxic smiled as he walked out of the den. Dark Knight and scar talking at the prey pile. Toxic trotted over to them. He spoke and laughed with them, they were all young again. They ate beside each other.