The Island of Hezaa

                                                                                     *Chapter Two*

              Being an alpha is a big responsibility. You have to hunt, guard and be the leader of the pack. The night a wolf becomes an alpha is packed with pressure. The alphness and alpha male have to have a cub. And I know I'm not ready for that. The next alpha male is Fang. Fang is a little shy despite his tough name...

My train of thought was interrupted by a cub biting my tail.

"Ouch!" I yelped in surprise.

The little brown wolf's ears flattened and his fangs were showing. I looked closer at the wolf. He was Brown and blonde. That's right. I was in the fire packs territory. The wolves from my pack were mostly black, grey, red and orange.

As I stood there paralyzed with fear, Growling started to surround me. The fire pack was big!

An Orange and light Brown wolf jumped out from the crowd of wolves and in one second, he pinned me to the ground by my neck with one paw.

"Why have you trespassed!" He growled in a low demonic voice.

I struggled to breathe through the wolves sharp grasp. I gasped for air and uttered only a few words.

"I... *Cough* D-Didn't... *Choke* Realize." After I finished speaking, I let my body relax. Struggling only made it worse.

"So, I guess you want me to just let you go with a warning?" The shadowy wolf questioned sarcastically.

All I could do was lay there lifeless while he choked me. I tried shaking head but he just tightened his grip. I couldn't breathe now.

He looked into my silver eyes as he tightened his grip more. He was smiling.

I was dying. My heart couldn't take it.

"Look into my eyes, I want to see you die." The demon like wolf said.