Last Resort

Chapter 2

Flint snarled warningly at the wolf but he and the rest of his pack, I assumed, kept advancing on us.

The paw led to a pitch black wolf with a jagged, pink scar that stretched over his right eye and down to the scruff of his neck. His eyes suited the predator that he was. They were neon red and thirsting for blood. The rest of his pack were anywhere from charcoal to dark brown and they either had grey, brown or red eyes, but none as flashing red as the leader's.

Red eyes stared into my pale, blue eyes. He looked as if he were analyzing me, judging me, but Flint was the only wolf who I thought could do that. A low rumble emanated from Flint's chest as he stepped in front of my face, blocking the sight of Red Eyes. Red Eyes growled menacingly when Flint blocked me and took a step forward. Flint crouched down, ready to pounce. He ripped his eyes away for a split second to look at me and nodded. I nodded back.

I quickly scrambled out from underneath him and swung myself onto his back. Gently entwining my fingers in his fur, I crouched down as Flint took off, leaving a trail of dust before Red Eyes and his pack could realize it.

Under and around the trees we went, inhumanely fast; so fast that my eyes were watering and I had to close my eyes and crouch behind Flint's head. I wrapped my arms around his neck and didn't worry about getting lost. Flint knew this place like the back of his paw. He would get us to safety.

I felt each muscle in Flint's shoulders and legs as he tore up the undergrowth, putting distance between Red Eyes' pack and us.

YELP!

Flint stumbled as one of Red Eyes' pack members gnashed at his hind legs, opening up a gash that gushed blood profusely. Flint had a limp as he ran, trying to get away and find safety. I searched for the fold in my shorts where I kept my dagger. When I did, I sat up and turned over my shoulder to get a better aim. I aimed for the one that had wounded my best friend and threw the dagger with such force that there was no time for the wolf to react. The dagger lodged deep into the wolf's head, right in between the two grey eyes that the wolf had. The grey-eyed wolf somersaulted, only pushing the dagger deeper into its head and flopped to the ground in a bundle of blood and brown fur.

I didn't shed a tear for the grey-eyed wolf because it had been the one to injure Flint, and I could never forgive anyone or anything for that.

We raced through the trees, faster than we had ever gone before. The other wolves of Red Eyes' pack seemed to give up as Flint's legs kept carrying us farther and further away from the danger. I whooped in victory.

There was a flash of red and I flew off the back of Flint. My back hit a tree and I dropped to the ground, losing consciousness for a couple of seconds before becoming fully aware of what was happening in front of me. Flint and Red Eyes were circling each other, fur on end, claws unsheathed and teeth lusting for the other's blood. Flint went for his front legs, trying to make Red Eyes immobile, but he reared up on his hind legs and swiped at Flint's eyes. Flint jumped back just in the nick of time and pounced on Red Eyes' back. Red Eyes tried to shake him off, but to no avail. Seeing the opportunity, Flint went for Red Eyes' exposed neck. As he bit down, he ripped open Red Eyes' shoulders with his claws and a howl of agony pierced the air. Flint tore out Red Eyes' jugular and blood spurted from the open wound. Red Eyes collapsed to the ground, his neon-red eyes becoming dull and unseeing. Flint growled at the dead body, snapping at it, to make sure it didn't get back up and to prove his dominance over the kill. He padded off its back and came towards me, green-gold eyes trained on me. His white-tipped ears were spotted with blood, and his fur, matted down with sweat. His gaze travelled over my body, looking for wounds, and stopped on my cheek. He walked over to me, as I felt my cheek for the gash. The area stung a bit when I touched it; I pulled my hand away and blood covered it. Flint licked my cheek as if to make it better, but no wound could heal faster with wolf spittle.

I stood up a little shaky, but Flint was there to support me; he had always been there.

"Hey there, boy. Think it's time to head back home?" Flint's green eyes flashed gold for a second before he nodded in understanding.

"Okay, then let's go."

Our feet and paws finally trudged past the threshold of our hut and while I flopped down, face first, onto my makeshift bed, Flint had a mat beside me and he plopped down, panting. His hind leg had healed, but there was still blood caked on his fur. The blood from the wound on my cheek had dried down my neck, and I needed to get it washed off.

"Want to go wash off, Flint?" He looked up at me and his eyes told me, "Yes." I hopped on his back as he stood up and started walking toward the direction of the cavern. I scratched behind his ears as he padded out the opening of our hut, and we were off.

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