Last chapter sucked, I know and I admit it. Truth is, I never expected this to get this far, so ideas are few and far between. Good news the three of you who read this. Its almost over. Yay! One last chapter. Drop a review please if you like.

Chapter 9: A Choice to End all Wars

Duke must've finally realized the gods would never stop. He was far too dangerous, far to inspirational to others pets to be allowed to live. And so, my master decided one night if they wouldn't stop, neither would he.

To this day I'm not sure why Duke brought me along, but not San or Steed. When she slept, he kissed the leopard gently on the head and snuck out of the town, with me perched on his shoulder. He asked Steed to protect her before we set off. I supposed some could say he brought me because he didn't worry for my safety, but I don't believe that. I think he brought me along because, with him, I was as safe as could be.

We'd been traveling for about a day when we finally stumbled upon a town. To my master's relief, a citadel was shinning in the center of the town. Duke burst into the town, dozens of humans succumbing to the crushing pads beneath his feet. "Insta," the god called out. Quickly, a sheep moved between the wolf and the citadel. Insta, the pet, attempted to tackle Duke. My master grabbed the sheep around the throat and stomach. Without missing a step, the wolf began to tear away at this new god's citadel, stopping just short of destroying the structure.

"Who is your leader?" Duke growled.

"What?" the god whimpered.

"Don't fuck with me," my master roared. "Who is organizing these armies against me? Who is your leader?"

The god talked soon enough. He told us about the goddess and her armies, and her pet and the plans she had to kill Duke. And when he was done, Duke lifted a massive to knock down the citadel's last support.

"No," cried a voice that made Duke's paw stop. It wasn't the sniveling voice of this god, but the sheepish tone of his pet. Insta stood there, cradling a wound in her side and damp wool that was colored crimson read. I was a little amazed she could stand. "Please," the sheep whimpered. "He was never cruel to me. He never hit me unjustly. He was never cruel. Just leave us alone, please."

Duke examined the whimpering sheep and the almost destroyed citadel. Without a word, he turned and padded off.

It was another two days of travel before we came to a city. Not a town. A city. A huge, walled metropolis with countless houses and towers as large as my master. It was breathtaking, truly a marvel. What a pity my master had to destroy it. Duke scaled the wall easily and crushed a house beneath his feet as he fell to earth. There were distant cries beneath him as he ran towards the citadel, leaping into the air and ramming the stone with a shoulder. Again he hit, and began to tear at it with claws. Above him, a feminine laugh rolled out of the sky, followed by smug voice. "Here to kill me wolfy?" the goddess asked. "Figure if you cut off the serpent's head the body will die?"

Duke ignored her. All he did was continue tearing at the stone.

"Before you continue with your playful antics, may I suggest you look to the west."

Duke stopped his attack and looked out to the rising sun. His raised hand fell limp to his side. His mouth fell agape. Stripes, the tiger that served as this goddess's pet, was standing there, holding a limp San by the throat. "Well wolfy," the goddess snickered. "Your move."