Hello peeps! I just decided to write this Scratch series called the Wolves of Obsidian and this is the next chapter. Enjoy! Cover by @squirrelflight1010! CHAPTER 31 Ember's breaths came in short, fast pants as he hooked his massive forepaws over the edge of the cliff at last - dragging his bulky body onto land. He lay there for a moment, bathed in arrogance of his own victory. His vision was hazy and red, like a sinister blood-coloured fog had been dumped into his field of view, but he knew what it was from. It was not from exhaustion or pain. It was from fury. Slowly, he pulled himself up to his full height, teeth bared fiercely and let out a deep-chested, bellowing howl that sent the nearest birds flapping and squawking for cover. He forced all the rage, hatred and revenge he'd ever felt into that one howl, so loud and warning, he was sure that the puny little DarkPack Alpha would hear. Let her hear, he thought vengefully. Let her be afraid! I'll send panic upon her idiotic Pack - I'll divide them and bring them down one by one until I have all their bodies under my paws and Obsidian's pelt around my neck! He slowly lowered his head and began to pace brokenly on his three legs. Because of Obsidian as well! he thought angrily, clashing his teeth. A small mouse scuttled for safety across the clearing and he bayed in anger, soaring through the air and thumping his huge paw down on it, breaking its spine and neck on impact. The tiny creature lay limp under his paw, its small pink feet outstretched as if it were pleading in death. I won't tolerate weakness! Ember remember, with a burst, his first EmberPack rule. With a snarl, he dove upon the dead mouse, ravaging it with his claws and fangs until it was just a small hunk of torn flesh. He turned away, disgusted spitting out blood. "Stupid mouse," he snarled, pawing at the ground. He didn't just need to destroy one creature to feel better... He needed a wolf under his paws... "I'm going DarkPack hunting," he growled, almost to himself. He began to pound his paws, dodging between trees and stumbling on his three legs. At that moment, a particularly large, humped rock banged into his front paw and he stumbled, falling. He lay there, clawing the pine needles furiously, not even caring how they dug into his paw pads and drew thin trickles of blood. As he turned his great head to glare at the rock, preparing to jump up and rake his claws down it satisfyingly, he realised what he thought was a rock was not a rock. It was a large, furry bundle, breaths coming in weak snorts. Ember dragged himself to his paws with an angry huff, and limped toward it, lip wrinkled suspiciously. It was a wolf. "Just what I need...." he snarled gleefully, eyes sparking with a merciless fire. At that moment, the black she-wolf rolled over, exposing long, bleeding clawtracks on her side. She let out a gasp. "Please... don't hurt me, Alpha," she rasped. "It's me. Raven. Your loyal Beta." Ember paused, his paw raised to glare at his former-Beta. Then he carefully set his paw down and stalked over to sniff meaningfully at her wounds. "I see, your injuries from WeaklingPack still haven't healed," he rumbled, poking her hard with a paw. Raven winced, rolling back onto her belly again. "S-sorry Alpha," she whined. "It's not my fault." "Sure it's not, BETA," Ember snarled mockingly, but his head had taken a thoughtful tilt. "Okay." He growled at last. "I'll regret this, won't I, Beta? I'll take you back. When you've healed we'll search for the remaining EmberPacks. I won't let DarkPack win. This time, we will have the upper paw. We will win." He narrowed his eyes, grabbed hold of the she-wolf's thick and shaggy scruff and dragged her harshly across the pine needles. The she wolf winced as the sharp leaves pricked at her open, infected wounds but didn't object as Ember continued to drag her stiffly across the floor. He paused, dropping her hard and lifted his head, narrowing his eyes and parting his jaws. "Obsidian..." he snarled. "This time you won't be so lucky. Next moon I'll have all of EmberPack back and healthy! Stronger than your weak wolves. We'll come at night and the last thing you'll ever hear - and see are your dying Packmates." Then he lowered his head, grabbed Raven's ruff again and stalked silkily into the forest, his eyes glinting in the darkness. Soon, he promised darkly. Soon I'll have my revenge...
Chapter 33: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/507261341/
