sorry, Shade, but don’t endanger these packs. If you go out and hurt that hunter, other hunters will find out there are wolves around here, and they’ll come by the hundreds. Please. Save your anger for a better time.” Finally she raised her eyes to his and said curtly, “I have to warn the pack leaders about the hunter. Come back to the caverns when you’re finished here.”

 

Shade glared at her. “I’m done taking orders.”

 

Immediately her whole demeanor grew hard towards him, and she descended from his presence in cold silence.

 

Shade watched her go, and then turned his attentions back to the forest where the hunter lay hidden.

 

A stiff wind streamed through his fur and bit at his ears and cheeks and nose until moisture filled his eyes. Some of it leaked down his cheek, and suddenly he felt sick to his stomach and sick at heart. He couldn’t rid himself of the image of the blood dripping down the side of Kestra’s lifeless face, the blood trickling down Remus’s shocked face. He had killed one, and now he was killing the other. The two images melded into one inside his head, and he ached to send up a howl of mourning for Kestra’s life, his love, and Remus’s trust in him. But, of course, he couldn’t.

 

He glowered down at the trees and then almost threw up when he caught a glint of gold from Kestra’s skin stretched across the hunter’s shoulders. The pain hurtled inside him and stabbed at his guts, sending anger flooding through his body. “I should’ve kept my mouth shut,” he muttered. With only a few words he had sent Kestra out to meet her death, and he had severed the tie between him and his sister. The crushing guilt washed over him with the anger. But he didn’t let himself buckle under it.

 

Instead, he stood tall, facing into the wind, and declared, “Hunter, I’ll spare your life now, just once, but if you or any other hunters ever come this way again, I don’t care how many packs are here, I’ll rip you apart and watch you die with a smile on my face. And the only ones who will mourn for you will be your dogs.”

 

With every word he felt his resolve strengthen, and suddenly he had a reason to live again, and that was Kestra. It had been Kestra ever since he had come here, and that wasn’t about to change with her death. He knew, as he padded down from the ledge, that love was stronger than death…and, in this case, caused death.

 

He wondered what hunters might think of this new, murderous Dog of the North.

 

 

To Be Continued inThe Unseeing Eye: Shaila’s Story

 

Remus, Shade, Shaila, Ruska, Kestra, and Everest © redwolf03

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