A Wolf's Tale (Book #2) Shadows of the Past

Chapter 8

The sun was shining brightly, splashing the frozen ground with its warm rays. Its touch was pleasuring to Misty, as she stretched out in the clearing.

The border fight with Red Fang Pack had overwhelmed everyone in camp. They were afraid. It seemed as though this new Pack was slowly rising to power.

Isaac was fidgeting beside Misty. His paws clenched and unclenched at every little thing.

Blossom had woken up that morning with terrible pains in her stomach. Moondancer was checking for any problems. She was experienced enough now to treat any wolf with any problem.

Isaac kept glancing toward the den. Worry was clear in his eyes. Misty smiled and nudged his shoulder gently.

"It'll be all right. Blossom is strong. She's bound to pull through."

Isaac gave a tiny smile, although he didn't look convinced.

Moondancer rushed out in the clearing. She looked straight at Isaac. "The pups are coming!"

Isaac's eyes widened. He glanced briefly at Misty before he started pacing wildly.

"It'll be okay. It'll be okay. It WILL BE OKAY! It's happening! They're coming THEY'RE COMING!" He started panting. "Misty! I think I'm freaking out!"

Misty nuzzled him. "Shh...Calm down. You act like you're the one about to birth pups. Now go in there with a brave face, and be there for her." She whispered. "I promise you, she'll be grateful for your presence."

Isaac took a few deep breaths. He puffed out his chest. With a determined look on his face, he walked in behind Moondancer.

Misty chuckled softly. A gray-white pelt slid in beside her.

She raked her eyes over Heather.

"Blossom is having her pups now?" Heather asked as she curiously looked at the mouth of the den. "Perhaps I should go in." She started for the den, but Misty reached a paw out to block her.

"Moondancer's got this. She's a healer's assistant." Misty replied tartly.

Heather glared at Misty. "I've birthed two litters of pups. I'm pretty sure I know more than a three-legged yearling." She pushed past Misty and trotted in the healer's den.

Misty spat inwardly. She could feel two pairs of eyes watching her. Violet and Velvet were staring at her, noses high.

They approached and sat next to her. Velvet planted herself directly in front of Misty. "Our mother knows what she's doing."

Misty opened her jaws to snarl back, she's my mother too! But shut her mouth when she realized how wrong that sentence was.

Instead, she replied. "I bet so."

Violet caught the irritated tone in her half-sister's voice. "What do you know about having pups? You don't have any of your own!"

"And neither do you!" Misty shot back. "Don't tell me how to do things, when you haven't even done them yourself."

Velvet snorted and rolled her eyes, looking at her sister. "She's a ray of sunshine."

Misty clamped her muzzle shut. There's no point in trying to get through to a couple of self-centered jungle rats.

She felt a gentle touch on the shoulder. Rascal was smiling deeply at her. He briefly looked at the twins, but his attention went straight back to Misty.

Violet wrinkled her nose. "You could've done better than her." She said to Rascal.

Rascal breezily pushed aside the comment. "And I suppose your father could've done better than your mother."