A Wolf's Worst Death (1)
"Well, there's still sort of a bruise on you." Hutch said. And he was right.
"Oh, those bruises don't go away. Luckily, my fur is dark enough so you can't see most of it."
"This is just too weird." Garth said as he scratched his head.
"I'm just glad you are okay." Stacy said.
"Yeah, I'm just glad that I can have my partner back." Hutch said as he licked his mate's nose. Aaron blushed.
"Oh, Hutch. You're too kind."
"I'm serious. I thought you died."
"Ha! Died? Not in this lifetime. We all know that I'm… wait for it… immortal!"
"You're not immortal!" Kate exclaimed. Everyone turned to her. "Why are you guys believing this? It's all an illusion, fake!"
"Fake? Creation! Over here!" The Humphrey-resembling wolf walked next to him.
"Yes, sir?" He spoke in his deep lisp.
"Pull off my head."
"Are thou sure?"
"Yes! And don't hold…" He was interrupted when the creation ripped his head off clean again. The gang gasped, even Kate. But she then saw under the blood some strings.
"You see that?!" She yelled.
"What?" Humphrey asked.
"He has strings around the neck!"
"That was just to hold my head in place while it healed." Aaron said frustrated. "You know what Kate?! Hold on. Put my head back on." He told his creation and he complied.
"You know what Kate?! I'm sick and tired of you questioning my immortality! Ugh! I can't deal with this now. Everyone out!" He exclaimed as he pointed to the entrance.
"Oh, man! Kate!" Stacy said frustrated.
"What? Don't blame me!"
"You questioned him!" Garth said.
"You would've done the same thing!" Their argument went outside. They never noticed to see the white-harried omega wolf spying on them from a bush.