"Listen up!" Mitus howled when he got the attention of the pack. The large predatory eyes looked up, ready for instructions.
"Where. Is. Alpha." Sly called up. Fitting his name, he was a thin stark-white slippery wolf. He had suspected something the moment Mitus's paws stepped into the cave.
"I hate to bring bad news.." Mitus whimpered with false disappointment, "Alpha was shot dead."
"Shot dead ey?" Sly snarled, "I bet you you killed him!" he howled with fury.
"Now now Sly don't make accusations!" Mitus barked at Sly, "How dare you he was my brother! I'm upset he's gone as well Sly!" he said with sadness that was dripping too much. How Sly could accuse him he did not know. Though he knew exactly what he had done to the full he had reasons. Reasons he wouldn't share of course. Reasons that were secret to everyone.
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Dark Alpha Howling
FantasyWhen Alpha is murdered by an unknown murderer, the blame is placed on Zim the pack outcast. Though Zim knows who it is and how to prove it, further exile on him will prevent the unveiling truth of the Haunters pack.
