A week passes, leaving Mato feeling truly depressed at how little she is allowed to talk to the other pack members. She's sitting outside the den one night, looking up at the stars when she hears someone come up behind her. She spins around, showing her fangs.
*MITCH!* Mato shouts, her eyes going wide. She yelps in pain as he jumps at her, latching his teeth on her shoulder. *Please forgive me! I thought you wer-* She begins, but is stopped when she looks into his eyes.
*Understand me. You are never allowed to growl at me!* Mitch says, looking at her with commanding eyes.
*I honestly didn't know it was you...I thought it was someone else.* Mato says, gasping for breath at the intensity in Mitch's eyes.
*Yeah, like I'd ever believe that!* Mitch says, glaring at her. Mato starts whining at the same moment that Mitch taste blood on his tongue. He releases Mato, and takes a step back. She tries to stand up, but falls back to the ground, landing on her bad shoulder. *Maybe now you'll be more careful when you go to attack.* Mitch says, looking down at her as she carefully rolls onto her stomach.
*Yes.* Mato says as she lays her head on the ground as a tear falls down her face. She just lays there as Mitch walks away. Fifteen minutes later, Mato still hasn't fully recovered from her fight with Mitch. She's laying on the ground when he comes back out.
*Get up.* Mitch commands as he walks toward Mato. She tries to stand up, but is unable to. She looks up at Mitch, who has an almost evil look on his face.
*What's wrong, brother?* Mato asks, looking at him with hesitant eyes.
*We're going for a little walk.* Mitch says as he motions for her to get to her feet. She sighs, and looks toward her back foot.
*I don't think I'm going to be able to go anywhere...I feel like my leg is paralyze.* Mato says in a sad tone.
*That so.* Mitch says with a strange look on his face. He walks up to Mato, and grazes his teeth against her foot.
*OW!* Mato shouts as she springs to her feet, holding her back leg in the air.
*How did you get that wound when it's you shoulder I hurt?* Mitch questions, looking at her back foot in confusion.
*I don't know!* Mato shouts, flinching as she tries to put her foot on the ground. She yelps in pain, lifting her foot back into the air. *I really don't think I'm going to be able to go anywhere. At least not tonight.* Mato says with a sigh as she lowers her head before turning, and walking back toward the den. When she attempts to go toward where the other females in the pack are laying, Mitch stops her, leading her toward the other end of the den. Mato lays down with a sigh. *You know what, I'm really getting sick of not being able to talk to the other females within the pack. I mean, what's so wrong with me talking to them anyway?* Mato demands, glaring at her brother, who walks off, not answering her. He walks toward the other males of the pack are gathered.
*This officially sucks.* Mato mutters, shaking her head as she sighs, and closes her eyes. She lays down, quickly falling asleep. When she wakes up, she sees that the whole pack is gathered in one of the corners, looking at something. She stands up carefully, and walks toward them. *What's going on?* Mato asks, stopping just outside the group. When no one answers, she squeezes through the ground until she can see what's going on. What she sees makes her turn and puke all the contents out of her stomach. *Who the hell would do this?* Mato questions, looking down at the mangled body of two of their pack mates. Mitch is suddenly standing next to her.
*Vampires.* Mitch says with a hint of disgust in his voice.
*Why would they kill your second and third in command? What could they gain from that?* Mato asks, looking at Mitch with anger filled eyes. She looks up suddenly when she sees a shadow run past the entrance of the den.