The Life of Thunderstorm (COVER YET TO BE REMADE)

Chapter 7 (OLD)

Fog's POV
I was in a dead sleep, until I was awoken by snarls. Thunderstorm was out there fighting another white wolf. She glanced at me and whispered "Go back in the den! I don't want you to get hurt too!" I went back to the den. Why didn't she like that wolf? I hope nothing is going to happen to her.

Thunderstorm's POV
I saw Fog head back to the den. I could smell his fear. A tear escaped from my left eye, but I wiped it away, and kept fighting. That wolf was Nightfall. My foolish brother. "This will not turn out like last battle!" I growled.
"Oh, really?" Question Nightfall. He grabbed the skin from my neck and tore part of it off. I yowled in pain and surprise. I did the same, but with his belly. Blood and organs stared spilling out of it. I smirked, but before he fled, he bit my belly hard and stabbed one of his teeth into my back, which made me pass out.

Fog's POV
I saw the other wolf flee and Thunderstorm fall. W-wa-was th-this the end? I started crying, but I knew how important it was to have her rest, if she was still alive. I carried her into the den with Everest. Everest whined, as she knew what had happened. Thunderstorm had a huge, deep gash on her side. I cringed. Almost all of her fur was stained red. I took some herbs, while mumbling "I'm not a healer, but I trust myself." I put the herbs on her scabs and put cobweb on her big wound. I needed damp moss to soak up the blood. I licked her, and padded off.