I glared at the disturbing wolf, ready to shove him into the rock. "Wanna know why your dyin'? 'Cause your worthless. Weak. I could kill you myself!" I snarled, shoving the prisoner forward, fury entering my voice. "You were never much use, we saw to that. Your pack is dead, dying, or lost, in the mountains!" I coulden't stop myself. It was terribly fun to tease him, knowing I would watch his slow, painful death at my paws. A memory flashed into my mind. My father dying, at the hands of this same pack. I shivered, and ran back to Gigi.