Prologue
The first blow was not the worst, not by far, Swiftpaw felt his fur rip beneath the huge, ruthless dog, snarls and chanting surrounded him pack pack, kill kill, the words were nothing compared to the agony he felt, his body tossed between the pack like a leaf, weightless, tearing easily through their huge claws, a scream escaped his mouth before being sharply cut of by yet another thump, sending him flying to the wall of the cave, body crumpling in a small, unmoving heap he could smell the sickening tang of blood flowing freely out of the wounds covering his body "please...Starclan have mercy" his mew was barely audible. The hot breath of another dog met his nose, he tensed, life pouring out of him he wished it was over, he wanted to die, at first he had tried to fight back, it was useless, the seemed to enjoy it. Sharp, razor like teeth met his chest, he convulsed, sending a fountain of blood across the hard ground, the life was draining out of him, blackness edging it's was further into his eyes. The echoes of the pack faded and he saw a cat in front of him, her eyes reassured his as he felt her tail entwine with is leading him away, he could see his body beow him, mangled, scarlet liquid covered most of his twisted body, he forced himself to look away, only to see another body, Brightpaw was the limp yet she was not with him the cat beside him shook her head he hoped she was still alive, but a pang of loss struck him, he had never got the chance to tell her how he felt, he looked away again, hoping he would find peace at last...