Fang and Alpha both shifted.
:Now?:
:Now!: Alpha activated the pack link, :Kyra, the injured loner is running. Keep her within the pack lands, herd her towards the main training grounds. She is not to be hurt, only chased and blocked. Activate the trail and border blockades and shields as needed. Anyone who harms her faces Royal Fang.:
He looked to Fang, :She'll end at the main training yard, whether she wants to or not.:
Fang nodded, and the two leaders headed for the training yard, ready for what was to come.
I ran, once more hunted, fleeing before the snapping jaws and slashing claws behind. I was driven before them as a rabbit before a wildfire, each time I tried to turn aside I found my path blocked by downed trees, thick brush, and wolves. Most I could not see, as they ran through the brush, but behind me ran several of the scouts and hunters. They stayed two lengths behind, never wavering. When I tripped and rolled, they paused allowing me to stand before snapping at my heels, forcing me onward, now at a limping jog. I knew that I was being driven to the central pack lands, but now each time I attempted to run through the brush, other wolves leapt up snapping at my face. I saw one last chance to escape, I leapt once more for the gap in the brambles...
...time slowed...
...the young black wolf hidden in the brush sent me sprawling...
... I heard, rather than felt my already injured right forepaw break as I collapsed...
...my greatest fear now real, I was truly crippled.
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Shattered Rules
WerewolfWelcome to my world, where the rules have changed. Kyra is a werewolf, and that is where the typical were base ends. Kyra would have traditionally been killed at birth, Humans are hunting weres, and soul-mates are rare.
