I don't want any complaints about the names, just think of me. I had to waste hours of my life translating those and I'm the one who needs to memorize the spelling, meaning, and what name belongs to who of those words, so no complaining! Please?
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Alicia: I will do my best to update on a pretty regular basis, but I have school, although it's almost over now, and I am reorganizing my room so... ya. Cliffhangers may be annoying, but what's a good story without a little cliffhanger, right? Do you enjoy disappearing? :D
I apologize for the wait, it won't be as long next time, but I actually typed this a few days ago but I didn't have access to internet until not, it was terrible... O_O
Chapter 3:
My vision grew fuzzy as I floated into consciousness. I registered that I was lying in a mossy nest at the back of the healing den. Across the small clearing, Full's fluffy tail was sticking out of the herb stores.
I pushed myself to my paws and limped out of the healing den on silent paws.
The harsh sunlight hurt my eyes, and with each step, my bad leg sent shocks of pain through my body, but I clenched my jaw and forced myself to search the camp.
A small group of Learners had gathered in the shadows of the edge of the clearing. Cel and Ratoli were yelling at each other, while Cuervo stared at me in surprise, seemingly oblivious to the growing tension around him.
The Omegas around the group had started to take notice to the furious she-wolves.
The memories from after the pack meeting came flooding back into my mind.
~Death~
Ortiga's body was dragged into camp and accusations immediately began flying.
"Obviously Nuvol!"
"NO! In nest all meeting! Was Alosa!"
"Was at meeting, Nuvol!"
"Then Cirera!"
"No! Not me! Was Baya!"
"Or Nit." Nuvol suggested.
A growl rose in my throat. "Was at meeting."
"Saw with Ortiga before." Fasc pointed out.
"No kill Ortiga!" A feeling of panic rose within me.
"Why you kill Ortiga?" Pluja asked.
"Didn't!" I protested.
"Yes, Nit! Confess!" Nuvol shouted.
"You!" I snarled, "You did this!" I threw myself at Nuvol.
Her attempt to fend off my attack became hopeless after I violently ripped her stomach open. Plata grabbed my by my scruff and hauled me off of Nuvol.
"Let go!" I demanded and struggled out of her grip. I stared at the pack with my lips drawn back in a snarl. "No kill Ortiga!" I pressed.
"Yes! Did!" Nuvol barked.
"Proof?" I asked.
"Here." Nuvol pulled a tuft of fur out of Ortiga's claws. It shone silver in the moonlight but even I could tell that it's original color was dark gray.
"Proof." Nuvol stated.
"Not proof, I framed." I snarled.
"What we do?" Nuvol asked Plata. "Murderer. She no stay."
"This ridiculous!" I howled. "I. Not. Murderer."
"No proof isn't."
"Proof is."
Plata turned to me. "Since no solid evidence found, you stay in prisoner den until prove innocence."
It's better than being exiled for murder.
~Death~
The next two days passed uneventfully. Cuervo brought me news from camp, I was brought small amounts of prey each day. And everyone that came within 10 paw steps of the prisoner den I greeted with a harsh glare.
"This hopeless," I huffed. It was sunset of the second day and I was already bored out of my mind. "How I supposed to prove innocence if trapped here?"
"Simple. You don't." Nuvol was sitting at the entrance to the den. "You cant prove innocence, you be exiled. I. win. You. Lose."
It suddenly dawned on me. "You kill Ortiga! Why?"
"I won't object." Nuvol stared at me.
"Yes. You did. Why?"
"Let's walk."
"Fusta, going into forest with Nit."
"Careful." He warned. Nuvol dipped her head to him and raced out of camp with me on her tail.
"Tell everything." I growled.
"You threat from beginning. Very moment born. I great, respected Omega, predicted someday lead LionPack. But you born, and was greater than me from first moment training. I jealous. Plotted destroy you. So, after wolves left for meeting, I feinted sleep. Snuck out through hole in camp wall. Ortiga bring prey. Killed at Thunder Ridge. Brought to entrance. Blood everywhere. Masked scent."
"Murderer! If know something about murder, there always proof!" I snarled, "I find it."
"Good luck." Nuvol barked. She raced away into the trees. I stared after her for a moment, then I turned to Thunder Ridge, the scene of the crime.
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