The Life of Thunderstorm (COVER YET TO BE REMADE)

Chapter Two

I was almost two years old, and today was the day. I had the chance to leave the place which seemed like Hell, but there was only one way. Me and my brother would fight. Whoever lost, would be outcast from the pack. This was due to shortage of prey in our territory. And my parents being my parents, were too lazy to move to a new one, and there were too many mouths to feed. I would have to fake weakness to act out my defeat if I wished to leave without being tracked down.

At last, it was time. My mother lead me out into the clearing outside of the den which would be our arena. Me and Snowblind stood face-to-face, both waiting for the right time to deal the first hit. I made up my mind and slashed his eye with low force just to anger him so that I could get the job done quicker, and it certainly worked in my favour. He sprung up and locked his jaw around my throat. I hit the ground hard, air getting knocked out of me as his fangs dug into my flesh making it even harder to regain my breath. I heard my father chuckling "That's my boy! You take care of that worthless little coward!" His words hurt but they did not come as a surprise. I just wanted to leave.

"I-I give up!" I yowled, chocking on the limited air I had. At last he let go, allowing me to dart out of the arena and into the unexplored forest. My wound stung and I heard many cruel words echoing from behind me, but I ignored it all and just kept running. I was on my own now and that was all that mattered.