more skin. He did not care about him, but he cared more for his dogs. Any animal with fur would help him at this point. But prices for fur, depended on how large, and how common the animal is. The buck was large but a common animal. It would bring in at least $120-$140. Not even close to what Rubashov and the other two are expecting. He had to gather a lot more for the day. Even though he had two weeks which seemed like a lot of time, it was not enough time at all. He had to hunt so he and his dogs could eat. He would have to eat less so his chances of raising the money would be higher.

"Alright boy, lets get moving." Thompson said.

Whiskeyjack was ready for any challenge. He felt like he could take on anything, and everything. As he was following Thompson, a hare ran past them, and Whiskeyjack couldn’t resist catching and killing it. It was not hard, all he did was cut off its running path and bite its neck. He walked back to Thompson with a grin on his face showing his new kill.

"Excellent. Catch anything with fur. If we catch a lot of game, we might have something left over to eat." Thompson said.

"Hmm.....it’s a good white hare. This will probably bring in $30 or so." He said observing it.

Whiskeyjack knew he was doing this to help Thompson. But the killing, it seemed to come natural to him. No style, no technique, he just did it. He wanted more with every kill.

Back at the house, Dawn was rudely awaken by Stone. He was nuzzling her while she was asleep. Dawn jumped and became very angry.

"What the hell do you think your doing!?" She barked out.

"Come on. Don’t tell me you never had the desire." He said.

"Never! Not once! I would never even dream of it!" She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

He walked towards her with a lustful look.

"Well.....I have, and its been driving me crazy. I’ve been wondering what the real thing would be like." He licked his muzzle with lust.

Dawn stepped back as he moved closer. She backed up into a wall and Stone came closer. He looked at her with demotic lust.

"This will be fun....for me." He said.

Whiskeyjack and Thompson began to walk back with the buck and the hare. On the way back, they were able to catch a doe. All together with the two deer and the hare, it would bring in at least $210. But with all the heavy weight that was being dragged back it would take awhile before they got home. But they were not to far at all. Whiskeyjack knew he was not far, he couldn’t wait to show Dawn his accomplishment. He decided to run ahead and tell her what happened. Thompson would not mind, he was to busy to even notice if he was gone. Whiskeyjack ran for about five minutes or so before he reached the house. He pushed the door open, Thompson never locked the door.

"Please stop!" Dawn begged.

Stone pushed her down and forced himself on top of her.

"I don’t think you understand. Im not asking, im making it happen."

Dawn prepared herself for the worst. She felt the weight of Stone suddenly come off her. She opened her eyes and saw Whiskeyjack stand over her. Whiskeyjack bit into Stone’s back, and threw him off her. He stood in front of her and growled at Stone. Panting heavily and still had dried blood on his teeth and around his mouth.

"I warned you! I told you to never hurt her! Im not going to let you live." Dawn had never seen Whiskeyjack like this.

"Ha! You think you can kill me!? Im not alone! Everyone! Kill this mutt!" Stone said with a smile.

The other dogs came around and surrounded them.

"What’s going on?" Whiskeyjack said.

"Don’t worry. Your going to see. Kill him." Stone replied.

The others just stood there. Ignoring his commands.

"Kill him!"

The dogs stood there ground.

"What the hell are you all doing!? I gave you an order!" Stone became very angry.

They all gave Stone a scorn.

"We fear you no more Stone." Jason said.

"We cant tolerate what you were going to do to Dawn." Drake added.

"If getting rid of you, means killing you." Kelly said.

"Then we will let Whiskeyjack do what he needs to do." Randy finished.

Stone became scared. He had noone, noone to help, noone to listen to him. He was alone. And now he had to fight Whiskeyjack once more. But this time Whiskeyjack was going to kill him, no matter what or who interfered. Stone stood his ground, but it was obvious that he was scared.

"Well Stone....you have anything to say before I send you to hell?" Whiskeyjack said.

"Be that as it may, I refuse to let you live as well." Stone said.

Stone lunged at Whiskeyjack and bit his scruff. Whiskeyjack yelped and was able to throw him off. Stone flew into a wall and struggled to get up.

"Im going to send you back to where you were born!" Whiskeyjack shouted. His teeth baring and his muscles tensed. He craved blood, he wanted to kill, it would be better than any deer.

Stone stood up, he was not going to give up so easily. "If you think my blood will be spilled so easily, your going to be proven wrong." He said.

"You honestly believe that? I pity your foolishness, I pity your sorry life." Whiskeyjack replied.

Whiskeyjack lunged at Stone. Stone anticipated his move, and he moved out of the way. He was able to grab Whiskeyjacks scruff and swung him into the corner of a table. His back hurt from the blow, but he did not seem to show any sign of pain or discomfort.

"I hoped you would put up a good fight, it will be like wrestling a deer to the ground. Making my teeth draw your filthy blood upon the dirt that you are lower to." Whiskeyjack said smiling, walking to Stone.

Dawn became scared of Whiskeyjack. She has neverseen him like this, or anyone for that matter. She was ready to run up to Whiskeyjack, she would try to stop this madness. But someone stood in her way. She looked up to see who this was. Jason stood before her.

"Please Jason. Let me through, I have to stop this." She begged.

"I am sorry Dawn. But Stone is much to dangerous to have around. If you even tried to step in, and interfere, you might get hurt in the process. Im doing this for your safety."

"Your just going to stand here and watch Whiskeyjack become a killer?!" She asked.

"Its what must be done. After all he did warn Stone, look what he tried to do to you. And you forgive him for that?"

"No! Of course not! But I don’t know if his salvation is through death." She couldn’t let her Whiskeyjack do this. He would kill Stone. She refused to let this unfold before her.

Dawn tried to push her way through Jason, but Tank and Marc came and held her back.

"I know you don’t understand right know. But I hope you understand in the future." He said with sorrow in his voice.

She was now forced to watch as the violence escalated.

Stone fell to the floor with blood smeared on his fur. He couldn’t tell wether it was his or Whiskeyjacks. Stone was weak and exhausted, he couldn’t keep this up for long. Whiskeyjack however, was still pumped and ready to fight another twelve rounds with a grizzly bear.

"Get up! Your whole life has been a disgrace, at least die honorably!" Whiskeyjack barked out.

Stone struggled to get up. Whiskeyjack noticed how Stone only used his front paws to get himself up. His back legs were broken. Whiskeyjack smashed his front paws into Stone’s chest. He put his paw on Stone’s throat and applied all of his strength on him. Stone gasped and struggled for air. Whiskeyjack put his face close to Stone’s, he growled and bared his teeth. Stone didn’t even make an effort to try and free himself. He was to weak and even if he did manage to get him off, Whiskeyjack would just toy with him more. A fate worse than death.

"Go on! Finish me! Its what you want, right? Then what’s stopping you?" Stone shouted.

"Nothing." Whiskeyjack whispered.

Killing Stone would be Whiskeyjacks own salvation. To no longer be afraid like he once was. He didn’t care if Stone looked into that red, blood colored eye. The only blood that would be seen, would be Stone’s. Whiskeyjack sunk his teeth into Stone’s neck.

"No!" A voice screamed.

Before Whiskeyjack could pull, he felt something nuzzle him. He turned around to see who would dare stop him. He was surprised to see Dawn nuzzling him, he felt tears run down his fur from his shoulders, down to the wood floor. The room fell silent, the only noise that could be heard was the tears hitting the floor with a steady beat. Whiskeyjack relaxed his paw, but did not take it off from Stone’s throat.

"Please....don’t. Your better than this. Your not like him." She whispered.

His anger slowly slipped away, but it still ran strong through his veins.

"Why would you ask me to spare him? He deserves to die." He asked.

"He deserves a lot of things.....but this. Noone deserves death." She said.

Whiskeyjack looked at Stone. Stone was not frightened, but angry. Angry that he was not dead yet, with all of his shame, grief, and mistakes feeding on him from the inside. A small smile made its way to Whiskeyjacks face. Perhaps letting him live was better than killing him. Let his pain dwell in him, swell, and grow like a cancer, until it finally kills him. And Stone knew it, that’s why he wanted to die. Whiskeyjack took his paw off Stone and nuzzled Dawn back.

"No! What are you doing?! Finish me!" Stone said angrily.

"Im not going to kill you, Stone. If I do, ill be no better than you." Whiskeyjack replied.

Both him and Dawn walked away. Dawn was proud of him. He made the right decision in her eyes. But if it was