They pulled us deeper into our territory torwards the packhouse.
Scared whimpers filled the air around us. Along with the scoring breath at our backs.
Soon the scent of blood engulfed the wooded river clearing with my favorite white oak.
A white oak now stained red at its base. With a small baby leaning on it's small trunk.
"Diery! No. . ." Carissa spuddered, Stephine lowered her head, while the others looked away; tears in their eyes so filled with fear.
Fury filled me, and for the first time in my life I felt my wolf.
We both growled deep and low at the Rouge's that had DARED enter OUR LAND, and hurt OUR PACK!
The Rouge Kyro gripped me tighter and snapped my head back.
"I would be quiet if I were you Princess. Our boys like'em fiery!" He laughter deeply.
I freeze and went slack, defeated in his arms. He growled with satisfaction. As we got to the edge of the woods, we slowed.
A thought passed through my head. What are they going to do?
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The Orical of Moon: The'll Come To Call Me A Banshee
Fantasy(Not edited) In the Greyson/Hasley pack one orical can fully exist at one time. It was Blaise's mother and now its fallen on her shoulders. So when she gets her first vision at the impossible age of 6, while playing by the Eastern border, she is sca...
