I’m running. How is this possible? The berries?
There’s a howl. It’s close. Wait, no. I howled.
I am a mutation.
A mutated wolf.
And I am hunting.
Cato is here! Right in front of me!
I snap and make contact with his leg, but his skin is tough.
No. He has armor. I let him go.
Next time he won't be so lucky.
I am one of the smallest. My red coat glistens as my adrenaline kicks with a start.
We are at the Cornucopia. All three are at the top.
Cato. I can smell him. I will kill him.
Peeta. I can smell him. I will kill him.
Katniss. I can smell her. I will kill…
I will…
I…
I can’t let her die.
Not yet. No. I won’t kill her.
I won’t kill her.
I won’t kill…
I won’t…
I…
I’ve lost all control.
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The Hunger Games: Foxface
FanfictionEver wanted to know what Foxface's thoughts were while she experienced the Hunger Games? Who did she team up with? Why did she eat the berries? Ladies and gentlemen, let the Seventy-Fourth Hunger Games BEGIN!!!
