~~~Storms POV~~~
Thank god Tucker was safe. If Shadow hadn't of come... My vision blurred, my tail hung low, my nose was bleeding, my muzzle would definitely be bruised, my paws were covered in dirt and soot, a gash was through my favorite pants. I don't know if I can ever repay Shadow for showing up in time...
Why had Shadow shown up? Was he following me even though I covered my tracks? Well, he does have a mighty fine nose, and a pretty fine face. Again my vision blurred and all I could think about... was Shadow. The way his eyes sparkled when he looked at me for the first time in the park. How long had it been? A week?! All of this treacherous hiking and I couldn't even take a break to find some relaxation. Tucker and Shadow were gone. Ash was probably dying from where Shadow had attacked him.
I have to get up. There is no other way. Shadow, as sly as he may be, could never get into the keep. I slid up next to the ladder in my small hole, I gritted my canines as my leg barked in pain. As I pulled myself up to a standing position I yelped in pain, the blood pouring from the gash in my leg. As soon as my yelp echoed in my ears, my teeth clamped down on my bottom lip, drawing blood that pooled into my mouth. The taste of blood willed my nerves to steel, my spine to straighten.
I yanked myself up the makeshift ladder, pulling myself closer to the top. I poked my ears above the ledge of the hole, then my muzzle, before finally having my entire head above the lip. Ash was on the ground, torn to ribbons. In the distance behind him was my next destination, The Keep. Belonging to my Father Matthew Youngling Howler.
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When Shadows meet Storms
Teen Fiction*SLOW EDITING* Storm Anne Howler came from the most notorious pack of wolves. Her connection? Her father... After being banished by the Alpha of the pack she had strayed through the sweet PineWood forest. Using her training she found her way into th...
