So, I have a perfectly valuable excuse:

My cousin from Alaska was here!

And still is, but I'm going to update anyway!

However, I cannot do review replies. I know, I know. 'tis sad, but 'tis life.

Here's the chapter!

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"And tonight there is the full moon, which is when all the packs that are in remotely nearby areas come and gather for a lust filled night beneath the stars!" Sparks rattled on. Ridge wasn't sure if the wolf had taken a breath in the past half and hour. He wasn't sure how much longer he could last without one, either.

"The best part of the night is when the wolve's fight over who they want as a mate, because then you can finally see who has the possibilities of starting a new pack, and so on," he paused, and taking a much needed breath. Finally, Ridge thought. He might last an hour on this one, and wont die of lack of oxygen.

"You think I should ask Virgo about anything? Um, about, uh," Sparks said, at lost for words. How unusual for him, Ridge thought.

"If you want to," Ridge replied, unsure of what advice to give. It wasn't as if he was the ladies man. In fact, he was the exact opposite. His chat with Shadow had proven that.

"I wonder, though. Rust was talking about maybe fighting for Shadow tonight. You have some competition," Sparks teased.

The dog shook his head. "No I don't, Shadow absolutably hates me now. I think she would be most willing to go to Rust."

"Yea, right. Just like I'd be willing to go to Dragon. She absolutably adores you!"

"Not anymore."

"Since when?"

"Yesterday morning. I said something that she took really badly," Ridge mumbled, not wanting to talk further on the subject.

"Oh. Well, tonight is the full moon, so then when you feel the lust, she wont hate you, because I know deep down that she doesn't hate you. Does that make sense?"

"No. I thought the lust makes you hate what you love?"

"No, that's the Lust. We are talking about the lust." Sparks said, like he was explaining it to a kit. Dumbfounded, Ridge said nothing.

"Nevermind, you'll just know what I'm talking about tonight. I can't wait!"

"I don't think I want to be anywhere near any place where this lust thing is going on. Remember last time?" Ridge said pointedly, looking at Spark's scabbed wounds.

"Oh well," Sparks said, shrugging. "That was nothing. Just wait until tonight, when you get into a fight with Rust! Then you'll feel pain, but it will all be worth it when you win, and Shadow is all yours!"

"I'm not going to fight Rust!" Ridge exclaimed, exhasperated. He loved Sparks like the brother he never had, but sometimes the wolf couldn't get a hint.

"Why, are you afraid?"

Both of the two quarreling animals turned to see Rust standing there, staring at both of them coldly. His large paws displayed sharp claws, and his mocking smile revealed pointed teeth.

"No, of course I'm not scared," Ridge said, but as the words came from his mouth, so did the feeling of dread. Dread that he knew what was going to happen next.

"Fine, then fight me!" The red wolf exclaimed eagerly, ready to fight.

"No, I'm not fighting you. I told you," Ridge growled, but they sounded lame to his own ears.

"Ok, then kitten. Run back to your little band of merry cats. Don't think you'll ever be at home here. Not while I'm around," he snarled, turning. As he disapeared from view, Ridge sank to the ground.

"That little scoundrel. I swear, we aren't related. Shila is torturing me, because I did something wrong in a past life." Sparks said, wide-eyed.

Ridge didn't reply. One thought raced through his head, and that thought only.

How did Rust know?

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Full moon next chapter!

How do you think Rust knows???

BlindSeer