So the story is finally coming to a bloody end. There should be maybe 1 or 2 more chapters after this one and then Bone's story is done. I've considered working on another Bone story which would take place before he met Scourge and explain his upbringing, but I'm afraid not enough people would be interested in reading it.

Bone raced through the streets as fast as he could, feeling his dog-teeth claws chip and shatter against the stone, but he couldn't stop to remove them. If his fears were confirmed, he might still need them that day anyway. The setting sun cast a long shadow in front of him, darkening his path as if it foretold the horrible fate that would befall anyone who hurt Bone's mate.

But he feared he might be too late as he turned down Frost's street and raced over to her house. He pelted across the lawn and leapt through one of the open windows on the first floor. As soon as his large paws landed on the smooth floor, he knew something was terribly wrong. The stench of freshly spilled blood billowed down the stairs that lead up to Frost's room. The housefolk had to be out otherwise they surely would have noticed. He reached the second floor and his blood grew colder as he approached the open door at the end of the hallway.

"You finally made it," growled a familiar voice as soon as he stepped into the room. "I was wondering if my underlings would have time to inform you before you killed them."

Bone's veins grew cold as his horrors were confirmed. Blood was spattered all across the usually clean and tidy room with tufts of fur strewn about. In the middle of the floor lay two small bodies; one gray and one tortoiseshell. They were clearly dead, their bodies covered in gruesome wounds, with their heads arranged so they would be facing the door.

"What have you done?" Bone murmured, recognizing Lost and Frost immediately. It was hard to believe that he had been talking with them just earlier that day, and now they would be silent forever. "Blizzard, your quarrel is with me, you didn't need to bring anybody else into it."

The large white cat leaped down from where he had been sitting on the bed. It looked like the two she-cats had put up a fight since his own fur was matted with fresh blood and one of his eyes was swollen shut. "It didn't have to be like this, Bone," he sneered, limping slightly as he padded over to the BloodClan leader. "I had planned on killing Snake and Ice to become leader after Scourge died but then you got in the way. You took my great destiny away from me!"

Bone's ice felt cold, but it wasn't the icy hatred he was used to. No, it was colder, emptying his mind of all other things as his body prepared to kill. "And I'll take more," he meowed darkly, stepping forward. This is for Lost. Blizzard was too injured to fight back so Bone raced forward and knocked him to the floor. He pressed the white cat's skull into the carpet with one huge paw and with his other, he dragged his dog-tooth claws through the struggling cat's neck, across his belly, and all the way down to his tail in one agonizingly slow motion.

Blizzard screeched in agony as Bone released him, his blood and insides pouring out onto the floor. He writhed, his claws scraping up wood and fabric, but there was no stopping the flood of crimson as it pooled around him. Blizzard's furious gaze suddenly locked with the BloodClan leader's and Bone couldn't help but be a little impressed as the dying cat's last moments were spent staring loathing upon him.

Your pain is a fragment of the pain my Clan has endured, Bone thought grimly, turning his gaze towards the center of the room where the two she-cats lay. He expected the ice in his veins to melt now that he had killed his enemy, but it didn't, and as he padded frostily over to his mate's corpse, all he could feel was cold fury at what Blizzard had done to her. Lost didn't want to die this way. She wanted to bare my kits and live out the rest of her life in peace.

Bone stared fondly at the lithe shape of his mate for a few moments. He wasn't sure how long it would be before the housefolk came back and discovered the scene so he made a decision quickly...