Silvershore

Chapter Twelve

"Loki." Loki heard a familiar voice behind her in the West Forests that night.

"Oh, good evening..." She gave a polite nod.

"Loki, something big's about to happen." He trotted around from behind her.

"Oh? And what's that...?"

"And the last thing I want is for you to get hurt during this."

"...What are you implying?"

"I think you have an idea." He grinned. "We're attacking again."

"Why are you telling me this...?" Loki flicked her tail.

"Because this time, we're going to be completely merciless. We're fighting to the death. And I don't want you to be hurt during this."

"...Aries, no."

"Please, Loki. If you just come with me tonight to The Pack of the Fire, we'll all accept you with open arms. If you're worried about everyone treating you differently, I'll make whoever does pays the price."

"...Is that the only reason why you think I'm saying no...?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've said it in the past. If you try to make me go against my pack just for you, I'm not doing it."

"Are you implying you care more about your pack than me?"

Loki paused. "As a matter of fact, I am."

"...Sorry, Loki." Aries smiled at the ground.

"Hm?" Loki tilted her head to the left. As soon as she was about to say something else, she felt something from behind her hit her head, and that was the last thing she remembered.

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The last thing Loki remembered was standing in front of Aries. She didn't remember what they were talking about, but she remembered a sudden hit to her head from behind.

"...Hello?" She stood up. Her head was in intense pain. She was in a den she didn't recognize.

Loki shook out her pelt and walked out of the den. Her head was pounding, but she didn't care. She had no idea where she was and just wanted to go home.

As she stepped out of the den and got a whiff of fresh air, she knew exactly where she was.

She was in the Main Territory of The Pack of the Fire.

...I need to get out of here, she panicked.

"Loki," the voice of a female wolf trailed behind her.

Loki looked behind her and saw a familiar face. A small, dark gray she-wolf with white paws and chestnut brown eyes. It was Myra, the beta of The Pack of the Fire, Aries' sister.

"Why am I here?" Loki demanded.

"Well, you wouldn't come with Aries willingly...we had to do it the hard way."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Loki had no memory of the conversation she had before she ended up in The Pack of the Fire's Main Territory.

"Don't you remember?" Myra flicked her tail. "Aries asked you to join The Pack of the Fire. You said no. So, I threw a rock at your head, you were knocked out, we brought you here. That's the story."

"...I'm going home," Loki scoffed.

Myra walked in front of her. As small as she was, she was intimidating, even to Loki.