The Events Of The Morning (Chapter 7)

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Quick Heads Up this chapter is gory not for the light hearted.

Skye Pov

Ryder was about to brief the mission to us when we heard a blood curdling scream in Zumas voice. Ryder whispered to himself "What the hell" as we all got up and started running towards the direction of the screech. When we arrived we saw Zuma standing there pale as an cloud staring into Rubbles room with a terrified face. I turned and looked inside of the room and immediately puked. In the middle of the room was Rubbles lifeless body drenched in an massive pool of blood his stomach ripped open with organs dripping out causing a discussing pattern on the floor carpet. It looked like his stomach was gashed open with a knife and then eaten out of. As the rest of the pups looked in the room they reacted just as bad as me. Marshall immediately passed out making a loud thud on the floor chase just sat there with a blank face staring at the room witch looked like a rumba dragged red paint through it. At this point Zuma also passed out and Ryder just sat there on his knees balling his eyes out. I said in a loud voice "What The Fuck??".

Rocky Pov

My eyes slowly started to open. my head still hurt like hell so I just turned to my side and closed my eyes once again. That's when I realized that the terrain I was on wasn't a bed it felt like sticky dirt. Infract my entire body felt sticky like someone dumped an gallon of glue all over my fur coat. I opened my eyes faster and looked at myself. All of fur was stained red with blood I was inside of a small pool of blood on the floor in the forest. I quietly shrieked and jumped to my feet taking in my surroundings.   I was pretty deep in the forest around where that wolf attacked me. I could see he paw patroller in the distance. I looked around and then realized my neck. I quickly dashed to the nearby pond and looked at my reflection my neck wound was completely gone. infact my suit and collar were gone as well. I started searching my body for cuts that would have caused the pool of blood I had woken up in but I found nothing. Not even a scratch I ran back over to the pool of blood and realized that the was a chunk of brown fur in it. I realized that this wasn't my blood. At this moment I had so many questions. How am I out here alone. What happened to my neck wound, my cast, and my attire. And lastly who's blood is this?

AN

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