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 35 Wrath slammed his paw down on the rabbit as it desperately tried to escape his powerful grasp, kicking its strong back legs. With a growl and a loud, resounding snap and a muffled squeal cut short from the rabbit, the EmberPack wolf broke its neck. "Every prey creature caught will go towards healing Beta and helping EmberPack to grow to its former glory," Wrath snarled to himself, raking out a blood-stained clod of earth next to the rabbit's prone head. He was on a hunt. A special hunt, Alpha had said, to gather lots of prey for 'The Killing'. No EmberPack wolf apart from Ember himself knew what 'The Killing' was but Wrath knew with his paw on his heart he'd follow his powerful Alpha anywhere. Even to his own death. "WeaklingPack won't see it coming," came a drawling snarl next to him. Wrath swung around bad-temperedly to see Savageclaws, a fellow EmberPack come up behind him. "Let alone that pathetic Lunar Warrior that they call Alpha," Savageclaws added fiercely, a ruthless gleam in his emerald green eyes. Savageclaws was the lowest-ranked hunter, despite his intelligence and deadly accuracy, as Wrath had once heard him say to Raven, his Beta, 'That Savageclaws reminds me too much of Pheasant to climb any higher in the ranks.' And Wrath had to admit, it was true. The pale tan and bracken brown male-wolf was almost an exact replica of Pheasant, DarkPack's Beta. "Indeed," Wrath agreed coldly. "I can't wait to see Obsidian's face when I rip Pheasant's throat out." Savageclaws gave a resounding bark of cruel laughter. Ember will be angry if we're late again, Wrath suddenly realised with an inward wince, shooting a look at his scarred shoulder where Ember had clipped it with one huge, brutal paw. "We'd better get going," Wrath growled, picking up three rabbits in his jaws, relishing the feeling of their brittle bones breaking under his strong grasp. Savageclaws nodded respectfully, picking up the small fawn he had caught and cornered and trotting behind him as they entered EmberPack camp. Ember himself was sprawled in a sunny patch, his three huge legs twitching and his lip curling as he probably, Wrath reflected, was dreaming of destroying DarkPack's Alpha. As soon as Wrath and Savageclaws came up, Ember's huge, red-tinged eyes slid open like a dragon's and he staggered heavily to his three paws. As soon as he saw their haul, he let out a deep, dark bay full of menacing, mocking anger. "If EmberPack keeps up like this we'll be strong enough for The Killing in no time," he snarled, stalking as well as he could on three legs over to Savageclaws and Wrath. Wrath shrank back, tucking his tail meekly between his legs like a cowed pup and jerked his head angrily to Savageclaws when the fellow hunter didn't do the same. Ember picked up two of the three rabbits in his jaws and thumped off to the Beta's den where Raven was lying, slowly healing - her pride as well as her serious wounds from falling off the Jagged Cliffs - pushed by that puny DarkPack wolf, Swiftflight. Wrath clawed the ground and ground his jaws angrily at the thought of DarkPack. At that moment Gladys came up behind him, her silky, textured grey pelt rippling powerfully. Unlike some other EmberPacks, she looked unharmed by the battle, her dark grey eyes cold and hard. "Soon," she snarled to Wrath, her lip wrinkling scornfully, "We'll have our revenge. Alpha's plan will work and soon I'll get to sink my fangs into that betrayer, Bloodsight's neck! I'd like to see her pure white pelt soaked in blood - her blood," she added savagely, her eyes alight in evil glee. Wrath found himself taken up in her rage and vengeful desires and soon his mind was flooded... flooded with images of DarkPack fleeing... images of Ember, standing victoriously high with Obsidian's pelt draped across his spine like an ominous, torn cape....
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