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Chapter 9
Dick didn't even give his old pack mates the time to process what he had just said. He leapt into action, snapping at their necks and shoulders in hope that he would weaken them. Michael and the other wolves were momentarily stunned by his surprise attack but then they snarled as their claws tore at Dick's snowy pelt. Pain erupted within Dick's skin but he ignored its lingering effect as he swiftly dodged the teeth that followed.
Meanwhile, Young Justice had no idea what had set the wolves off and were curious as to what had caused their fight.
"Look at that white wolf go! It's obviously stupid or something. Those wolves are bigger than it."
"Kid Flash, size doesn't determine the outcome of a battle."
"Tell that to the wolf. It's the one who's going to need some backup."
"Oh, shut up, Kid Flash."
Dick could hear his friends talking amongst themselves and their words reminded him of what he would have to do. But he didn't wish to have to reveal his true nature . . . Not to his human friends . . . Not to the people who would surely be hurt by the lies he's feed over and over. He didn't want to lose the life he had fought so hard to gain, to have the right to live. He didn't want everything to change because of a single mistake he made in the past.
Oh, if only he hadn't forged a bond of friendship with that human girl.
He could remember meeting her at the meadow where he went to hide and how she seemed unafraid even though she could sense his werewolf blood. He could remember carelessly sitting next to her and asking her why she was crying. He could remember her tearful reply and how he had sympathetically replied that he understood. He could remember how she angrily yelled at him, saying that no one could ever understand. Ah, but she had been wrong; he had understood perfectly for he had experienced the same kind of lost just two years before. But Dick hadn't said a word; he just let her cry out her sadness and played with her afterword.
That turned out to be one of the biggest mistakes in his life.
Why?
Because her friendship, their closeness, was the very thing that got her killed-
No, murdered. It hadn't been a simple killing. It had been a blown-out murder that included torture, begging and pain that had rippled through her lungs that became bloody screams. That wasn't the only sad thing about it.
He could have prevented it.
If only he hadn't been so weak, so gentle!
It had been his fault and for that, neither he nor the Hunters would ever forgive him. For that very reason, the Hunters would never rest until Dick paid for her death in blood and lots of it. Honestly, Dick couldn't blame them because he knew it was the truth.
The unbelievably true truth.
What's wrong, Dick? You keep dodging our fangs. Are you afraid that we'll kill you? You should know us better than that. Before we kill you, you'll greatly suffer for killing one of us.
Dick couldn't help the wolfish laugh that flitted through his teeth. Oh, I'm not the one who should be scared.
Dick said this fearlessly but deep down laid the fear that was tearing him up inside with images of his gruesome death. He knew that he had no chance of winning in his wolf form, the form he rarely fought in. Only in his human form did he stand a chance in defeating them. But that victory would come with a price.
The loss of his family and friends . . . The life he had built for himself, his human self.
No, it would be worth it. If he didn't . . . If he didn't . . . There was a good chance that his old pack would have a shot at killing at least one of his friends. And that was something that Dick wouldn't let happen . . .
. . . Never again . . . Not when he was still alive and breathing.
What a transparent lie, Dick. So unlike you . . . Do you fear for their lives that much?
Michael standing edging closer and closer towards Young Justice where they sat on big rocks, content to watch the wolves fight what they thought was a natural fight. Dick slowly backed up closer to his friends, readying himself for the attack that Michael would surely lead.
Michael, if you have to ask, then you'll never understand the meaning of family.
But what use is family if they're dead?
With that thought lingering in the back of Dick's mind, Michael sprang forward with his teeth aimed to tear at the flesh that covered Kid Flash's neck.
No!
Dick didn't think of what he was doing and the consequences that his act would have; he only acted upon his instinct to protect what he considered his human pack. In a split second, Dick's white pelt and four paws shifted into his civvies and arms and legs. With covered eyes that were locked on Michael's large form, Dick yanked Michael down on top of him and struggled to keep him there.
"Rob?!"
"What the heck?!"
Dick had no time to answer their questions as he used his feet to kick Michael into a large rock that knocked him out. He instead ignored them as he focused on quickly getting his bo-staff out of his handy utility belt and defending himself against the wolves' aggressive attack. But he hadn't been quick enough; one of the wolves that was quicker than the rest was just mere feet away from him, its teeth ready to rip off some of his flesh. Dick stiffened his body, readying himself for the blow, and gritted his teeth.
But the teeth never came.
A/N- Man, that was so cruel to leave you guys there! XD This was published on 9-25-12 with the length of 1,033 words.