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Author's Note: Ughhhhh, I'm sorry this is so late! Koga's chapter had me stuck for a while. But here's what I managed to punch out. Enjoy!


Loyal to a Fault

He was never one to turn his back on his comrades. Never.

Koga saw the world in black and white. His pack was family. Family was good. Family needed protection. Anyone who hurt his family was evil. Evil deserved punishment. It was how he lived his entire demonic life. His job as chief was to take care of his pack, his family, and let no man or demon be the cause of their destruction. And if someone were to hurt his pack, he would be the one to avenge them.

But then came the fateful day when doubt began to gnaw at his strength as chief.

He could smell their blood as he barged through the doors of a castle. But even then, the sight still horrified him beyond description. Hundreds of his comrades, slain, horribly mutilated, their blood soaking the earth beneath them. Koga's vision turned red, especially when his nose and eyes fell upon the mutt Inuyasha, looking slightly stunned, covered in their blood, standing in the middle of the corpses.

To this day, Koga still doesn't entirely remember what happened. But when he came to his senses, and was informed that Inuyasha was innocent, that it was all "Naraku's trap," he remembered wondering how the bloody hell the mutt was still living. Usually when a demon's instincts take over, especially in light of seeing something as awful as that, it was all over. Maybe he didn't give the stupid half-demon enough credit.

But of course, he would never ever admit that.

Ever since that terrible day, Koga thought of nothing except killing Naraku. Even after hearing about Inuyasha and his friend's reasons for pursuing the despicable villain, he still told himself (and anyone who would listen) that his were the most justified. His family was killed.

And the evil Naraku deserved to be punished.