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Lone Wolf Part - 4

Felan opened his mouth, preparing to take another bite of his meat, when he was shocked to see an arrow fly directly in front of his face. It flew past him and hit a hut to his right. He dropped his meat, and jumped up. "Lira, run!" he exclaimed. She turned and fled the scene immediately, running behind some huts. Felan, after making sure she got away, turned to his left, and ran behind some huts. He leapt over the tree trunk he was sitting on, and over to a large hut. He was stopped, however, when another arrow flew at him, and hit him in his leg. He let out a cry of pain, and fell to the ground, the snow around him quickly turning red.

Agra's hunters were quick to act; they jumped up and pulled out their daggers. Running over to the bush that the arrows flew from, they split and made a circle, surrounding it. They slowly walked inward, making a tighter circle as they did. The leader held up his hand, and signaled the hunters to wait. They stood, silently, watching the snowy bush. It was quiet for a second, but soon, a rustling was heard. The hunters' ears perked up, and they pounced. They grabbed the enemy in the bush, and stabbed, but only a few times. If they were alive, they would be more useful.

After some fighting, the enemy was taken over, and submitted. The hunters stepped out of the bush, and pulled out enemy hunters, some merely corpses now. The hunters themselves had a small bit of blood on them; the bodies they pulled out had much more. The hunters pulled the others to the fire, a trail of blood left in the snow behind some. They tossed the bodies in front of Agra, who stood up and walked over to them. He walked slowly, taking his time to examine the situation. He stood over them, and took a good look at them. This was good; his plan was coming together nicely.

There were seven of them, well, five now. The surviving members rolled around, clenching their guts, or wherever they were stabbed. They all moaned in agony, pain ruling their dying bodies. Agra kneeled down, and grabbed one. "You," he said, "Why are you here. Tell me everything, and I may be persuaded to let you leave." He was going to let them leave anyways; he needed them to get back to the Red pack alive. This was just a good way to harvest information.

Of course, the terrified, groaning wolf replied, "Okay, okay. We were sent here to kill Felan. Laren wants him dead." The wolf coughed, and blood came up. "We were also going to kill Lira. That was it, I swear! We didn't want to do it though! Please, help," he pleaded.

Agra set the dying wolf down, and stood over his body. He turned to the pack and searched for Felan. The wolf was nowhere to be seen, but he was easy to find. A shrill scream rang through the village. It came from behind a large hut, close to where Felan was sitting. "Get a medic over there!" Agra ordered. A wolf dressed in green cloth that covered only his crotch, jumped up and ran over to the area of the cry. Some others followed, but most stayed to see what would happen with the wolves from the Red pack. Agra turned to face the one he was just talking to, and found that he had breathed his last while Agra was not looking. That left only four of the original seven. Agra looked to his left, at another wolf that was rolling in red snow. Agra walked over to him, and kneeled down beside him.

"You listen to me. I am done with you, all of you. Drop your weapons and go back to your village now, before I toss you in the fire," he snarled. The wolves, all beat and bloody, stood and limped away, as fast as their beat bodies would let them. Agra watched them stumble into the forest, leaving trails of bloody footprints behind them.

When they were gone, he turned and walked over to where the scream originated. He walked behind the hut, and found Felan, in a small puddle of blood. He had an arrow in his leg, and the medic was attempting to pull it through. Lira was at his side, holding his hand. Nilu was holding his head on her lap, trying to calm him. Felan was obviously scared. He was hyperventilating, and his pupils were huge. Agra walked over to him and knelt beside him.

"That was a little greeting from your old pack. They want you dead," he said. He put his hand on Felan's shoulder as the medic tugged on the arrow again, eliciting a cry from the poor wolf. "When this is all done, come to my hut. We have much to discuss," Agra continued. He stood, took one more look at the arrow that ran through Felan's leg, and left.

It was the twilight hours, and the Red pack was just gathering for their dinner. The hunters that remained had brought in a good kill, so there would be a good feast tonight. Laren looked out among the pack, and noticed that the hunters had not returned. They were far overdue. She was worried; Agra's hunters were not to be trifled with. If they were caught...A scream cracked Laren's thoughts. She snapped to attention, and saw a bloody wolf enter the village. She recognized him; he was one of the hunters that was sent on the assassination mission. But more surprisingly - he was the only one.

"Oh my... What happened?" Laren asked, shocked. The bloody hunter stumbled into the village, and got in front of Laren. He opened his mouth, and was about to say something, but all that came out was blood. He collapsed in front of her, and slipped away.

Laren, as well as the rest of the pack, was taken aghast. The team that was sent consisted of weaklings, but they should've done better. Though, the fact that this one made it as far as he did was impressive. Laren knelt down beside his body and examined it. It was torn and battered, with blood flowing out of the gashes that were scattered on his body. It was awful and infuriating. Laren stood up, and faced the pack. Anger controlling her, she began to speak.

Felan limped to Agra's hut, the new bandage wrapped tightly around his leg. The herbs that were spread on it were doing wonders; his wound had stopped bleeding completely. Felan knocked on Agra's door as he ran his fingers across the bandage. It was certainly an interesting feel.

Agra answered the door quickly, and invited Felan in. Felan walked in, and walked over to a chair that Agra had motioned him to. He pulled it from underneath a table that had a greenish soup-type liquid in a bowl resting on it. Agra shut the door, and said, "I see that your wound is healing quickly. That's good."

"Oh, yes. It is, thank you. If you don't mind me asking, what, uh, what's this," Felan pointed to the soup.

Agra turned to him. He walked over to the table, and pulled out a chair for himself. Sitting down, he said, "That's a soup that the priestess made. It aids the healing process. You should try it, it's nice and minty." He pushed the bowl over towards Felan.

Felan sniffed the soup, and found that it did, in fact, have a minty smell. He picked up a spoon, and tried some. He swooshed it around for a second, and enjoyed a nice fresh taste, much unlike any other he had tried before. He swallowed, and said, "It's delicious. Wow." He took another spoonful, and, after swallowing, continued with, "So, what was it you needed to talk to me about?"

"Ah, yes. You see, your attackers were from your former pack. I managed to squeeze some information out of them, and I found out that they want you dead. In fact, they told me that you were quite the pariah. Apparently, you're hated there. They were overjoyed to hear that you were wanted dead. So, with that said, I want to know what you think of the situation," he said, suppressing a grin.

Felan was stunned. He dropped the spoon, and stared at Agra, his muzzle dropped. "I...I can't believe it. Those bastards," he eventually replied. He felt a tear at his eye; his pack, the ones who he viewed as family for so long, as dysfunctional as they were, wanted him dead. It was a lot to take in. Felan was overwhelmed with emotions; anger burned within him, sorrow and guilt tore him apart, and fear ate away at him. He needed time to think, or he would end up doing something...bad. "I have to go," he said, standing up. He turned, and left Agra's hut.

It was snowing again. Felan walked alone in the snow, heading to Nilu's hut, where Lira was staying now as well. He felt anger building in him more than anything. He was so mad. How could the pack do that to him? A thirst for blood was rising in Felan, the little, small, helpless wolf that was was now being destroyed by a darker, more angry Felan. As the sun set, so did the good Felan.

Laren stared at the ceiling of her hut, just thinking. Things were going to shit, fast. And to think, the solstice celebration was in just a week and a half. Pressure was building, and unease was common amongst the pack. She would need to reclaim stability. But how? She was so confused, and a helpless feeling spread over her. Things were going to be very bad soon if she didn't find a way to fix everything. But then, and idea hit her. She stood up, and walked outside. She walked over to a small hut, and opened the door, where she found a masturbating wolf. "Oh, I am so sorry!" she exclaimed.

"Oh, no, I, uh, I'm sorry," he said, immediately stopping. "What can I do for you?"

"I need you to deliver a message to the Cliff-fanged pack. So grab some ink and paper, and get ready. I need this delivered right when I get done telling it, understand?" Laren asked the messenger. He nodded, and prepared to take notes.

Felan woke up at around midnight. He was being plagued with nightmares, and this was about the fifth time he was awoken. He couldn't get a break, could he? He stood up, and looked at the two sleeping wolves. They were cuddling, which Felan found cute. He yawned, and turned to face the door. He decided to go to the hot springs, to see if he couldn't find a reprieve there. He quietly opened the door, and slipped out.

He walked a small ways to the hot springs, where he was surprised to find Agra, Alni, and Galin all sitting in one spring, discussing something. Felan, feeling different anyways, decided to snoop. He crawled up behind them, and got a good taste of their conversation.

"And it worked? Good, things are going great," Alni said.

"I agree, if we could get him to attack his pack, then we would have the advantage," Galin said.

"I told you it would work. Felan is blinded, and this will go easy," Agra said.

Felan was furious. Was he being lied to? What was true, then? Anger swelled inside of him, and a much darker Felan was appearing. This Felan wanted blood. This Felan would take shit from no one. This Felan reached up behind Galin, grabbed his head, and yanked him out of the pool. This Felan hurled him across the field, slamming him into a tree, knocking him unconscious. This Felan kicked Alni in her temple, knocking her cold.

This Felan was deadly.

This Felan would kill them all.