Feral Heart

"Psst, Meg." Meg perked her ears but didn't open her eyes.
                 
                 She knew exactly who it was. She wasn't prepared to speak with him. Meg felt his cold nose tap the side of her

muzzle, trying to wake her. She let out a warning growl. "Go away, Kyle."

                He flinched away. "I'm so sorry. I know you saw me and Mel- the female. Her name is Akkirian, my sister.

                I'm moving. Well, leaving."

                "Why!?" Asked Meg. "Please, don't go!" She couldn't hide the desperation in her voice.

                "Your alpha. He's attacking us. He did this to me." Kyle turned and revealed his entire rear end full of scars

and gashes.

                Meg gasped. The war has already begun.

          Meg tried to step around her father, The Alpha, and her mother. Come on, thought Meg, just a little farther AH! Got it!

 She scrambled out of the den and sprinted  out of their territory. Meg ran, but didn't stop, not until she saw the tall, white

fence. She stopped and stared up at it. "Kyle!" She barked. "It's me! Meg!"

        She heard laughter. A girls laughter. Perhaps it was the wrong house. She barked. "You know whats so great?" Kyle's

voice.

       " What is that?" The other voice replied.

       Meg stood up on her hind legs and put her paws on the top of the fence so she could see over. Two german Shepards!

Let's see, She thought, Kyle and.... She cocked her head. She didn't know the female. Female! No! She dropped down

and walked to the treeline. Meg sat and let out a long, crused howl that filled the crisp, night air.

I watch as the two grip each other's hands firmly. Why aren't I with him? I stare scornfully at the girl with the blond hair. Beach blond tramp. He's mine! One day....
         I clench my teeth. "Have fun, Kyle!" I call.
         He doesn't answer. The girl turns her head toward me. "We intend on it!" She snaps.
         "Calm down, Victoria." Says Kyle. "She's just wishing us some fun on our nineth first date."
         They've always had misfourtune dates in the past. Ironic? Maybe not. Three weeks ago, Victoria had bitten a dead rat I stuffed into her sandwitch. The next date they fell out of a boat. Another time, my personal favorite, a mass murdur at an
amusment park. They escaped by riding a coaster. Then it crashed. This time I plan on getting rid of Victoria once and for all!

Idk how but this is goodbye for a long while, due to unexplained banishment. Not forever. I will always remember my good time rping. Good Luck.