Feral Heart

            Hayden sat and watched Meg carefully. She thumped her tail, watching him back. They were silent. Meg tried to 

concentrate on him to get her mind off the foul, decaying smell of rotting flesh. She sneezed and put her nose in her paws.

Not knowing exactly what to say, they just said nothing. Come on. Thought Meg. There has to be something to talk about.

Meg noticed he had a black ear and paw. She stared at his gray eyes. What to say, what to say. She thought about her

dream. Hayden looked down. Meg had been home for the first time in a while. But, she didn't want to leave because of

Hayden. "So, why are you here?" Hayden asked.

             Meg looked up in surprise. "Eli." She croaked.

             Hayden nodded. "Eli is tricky. Be careful of him.Be...... aware."

             Meg was about to say something when an earsplitting howl rang out. Wolves started snarling and growling.

She peeked around Hayden, who was turned, and saw millions of wolves rushing toward the entrance. "This place

is very different than my pack. Females can't fight. But, my best friend Myria is an assassin." Meg commented as

several females ran by.
 
              "That's sad. Females  are our greatest weapon next to Eli." Hayden replied.

              "Hayden, intruders!" Eli snarled, stopping as he ran by.

              Hayden whined. "Stay here." He ordered and ran out.

              Meg rolled her eyes. "No such luck." She muttered running out after him.

              The first thing that caught Megs eyes was Kyle. She heard thousands of wolves yelling at him. Eli pushed

through and narrowed his eyes at Kyle, whispered something in his ear then ordered something to his wolves.

Kyle! Meg rushed forward. He wasn't a wolf. Not good, not good! Meg thought. She heard him yelping.

Meg ran as fast as she could, her tail bleeding again. "No!" She howled, her voice drowned out by all the growling.

               But, by the time she got there, it was too late. All hatred rose up inside her and she let out a loud screech.

Her eyes fell on Eli who backed away. Her eyes were full of hate and venom. Meg pulled her lip back into snarl.

                "You have no idea what you just did" She growled, her voice low.

                Meg let out a loud growl as she lept at Eli. She wrapped her paws around his neck and sunk her teeth

into his neck. He yelped and stumbled back. Eli reared back and landed on his back.  Meg dug her teeth deeper.

               Eli struggled and squirmed. Meg dug her claws into the back of this neck. With a quick jerk of his neck,

he broke free and bit Megs leg. She growled loudly and Eli froze, staring into her eyes, his wide. Meg barked and

launched her face into his and sunk her teeth into his face. He didn't even have time to yelp. Meg got off of him and

licked the blood off her teeth and lips and looked around. All the wolves' faces were shocked and stunned. She ran out

of the tunnels- forever.

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     "I will find out who did this and rip them to shreds!" Myria snarled, pacing.
     
      Kyle sat, watching her. "My- Myria, Uhh- Myria? J-just calm down. We'll find her!"
     
      "I will not rest until Meg is found!"

      Kyle still watched her. "Don't worry, Myria. She couldn't of gotten very far."

      Myria walked up to him and narrowed her eyes. "You may or may not be her boyfriend," She spat. "but she's still my

packmate and bestfriend, Kyle! And weather or not you think so, I can kill, I can hunt, and I can tear you to shreds, so

BACK OFF!"

       Kyle was taken by surprise. And, so was Myria. The last time she had spoken about killing, was when she killed

the pack deputy. She didn't apologize. "Myria, I know you're scared but, we'll find her. Now think. I s there anyone else

in the pack that's missing?" Kyle said.

      Myria thought, then it hit her: Eli.

     "Who's this?" Snarled a black female with white streaks.
    
     "It's okay, Rockquel. She's a..... friend, should I say." Eli replied.

      Rockquel sneered and turned away. Meg could hardly believe how big the tunnels were in the middle. She didn't look

at anyone. Meg stayed silent and held her breath. It smelled musky and rotted. Like a bunch of dead, decaying, wolves.

The smell burned her nostrils. Who died and what did they do with the body? Meg wondered. The smell of rotting flesh

drowned out the smell of the hundred-year-old tunnels. They were filled with many battle-scarred wolves. All the wolves

scurried in and out of several tunnels that separated them. Meg was exhausted. All the walking. Her tail was still

bleeding.

 Calm down. She told herself. You'll bleed out at this rate. She heard

sniffing at her bleeding tail and whipped around to see a small dark brown wolf. "I'm Hayden. Sorry to be so nosy."

He said and Meg shrugged. "With a wound like that, I'm surprised you're not already dead." He glanced at Eli as if he

knew Eli did that.

      Hayden was right. Meg was starting to feel too weak to stand. She collapsed to

her knees. "Meg!" Eli gasped, rushing toward her.

      Hayden stepped in front of him. "You've done enough, Eli." He snarled, glancing at Meg, who was on her side trying

to stay alive with the little air she could breathe in with the heat.

     Hayden walked over to her and tapped her muzzle with his. Meg's last thoughts were Hayden.
  

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