Chapter 4

"You two did what!?" Buck's father shouted at us. I flinched and clung to Buck who wasn't shaken at all. His father noticed this reaction and shouted, "Get yer dirty hands off my son, you half-breed!" I let go instantly and stepped back. But Buck stepped back too and wrapped his left arm around me.

His father sighed impatiently. "First you deny everything we taught you as a child, then you run away, after that you ruin yer eye and become exactly what we were afraid you would become, and finally, you mate with a half-breed! Why would you betray yer own family, Buck!?"

Buck leaned in towards me and whispered, "At least I didn't change my name. Right?" His father growled, "At least we have that to thank you for! But look at you! Yer a complete mess!" Buck closed his eyes impatiently. "At least I'm bein' me! If it were up to all of you, I'd be a double of you, Dad or somethin' similar!"

His father put his hands on his hips. "At least that woulda been better than this!" Buck lunged at his father, with all the eyes of his family on him. With one swipe of his sharp nails, he scratched his father hard on the side, sending him to the dusty ground where he rolled for a while before he finally stopped and gripped his side.

His father looked up, still clutching his side. "How dare–?" Buck interrupted, "I've been waitin' ta do that one fer a while now!!!! How'd ya like that!?" His father got up. "Fine, you want to fight! I'll give you a fight!" He lunged, but Buck dodged easily. "I wouldn' try fightin' the most powerful weasel yull ever meet, Duddy-kins!"

His father sneered. "And that's you?" Buck smirked. "You bet!" He smiled darkly. And the two weasels began to fight. Now the herds from all over were watching. My siblings pulled me away from the fight as Buck pulled out his knife where he always kept tied to his back by vines just in case. His father stopped. "What the heck is that!?" Buck smirked, "Like I said once, An eye for a tooth!" His father gasped. "So Charlie was telling the truth about how you got yer eye injured! I guess that fang is proof! Okay, then I get a weapon too! It's only fair!"

Buck nodded as his father took from his mate, Buck's mother, a sword-like weapon that you would see in a fairytale with princes and dragons. This one looked like it was made from a very strong metal substance.

"Okay! Let's go! Everyone step back!" Buck looked at his father's weapon. It was a bit larger than Buck's fang and looked much more powerful. But I knew Buck wouldn't give up. He nodded and took his stance. The two weasels looked at each other for less than ten seconds before the fight began.

You would think that the person with the greater weapon would have the advantage, but Buck was definitely swifter and more coordinated, surpassing his father by a lot. Buck had skills that his father did. But this didn't last forever.

After what seemed like forever, Buck got knocked over. He was panting, but got up. His father laughed, "Think you'll be the hero, do you?" Buck clenched his teeth, jumped up, and flipped onto an iced over lake. He smirked, "Let's make this a little more interestin', shall we Duddy-kins?"

His father looked at the ice. "Is this safe?" He asked. Buck laughed darkly, "Why don't you come and find out! Or are you afraid!" Now, after seeing Buck's father's reaction, I'm sure he had the kind of attitude that tells anyone that he didn't like to be called a coward, even if what he was about to do was the most dangerous thing in the world!

Buck's father ran at him, but missed by a long shot as he skidded on the ice right past his son, and finally fell. "Is that all you got, Dud?" His father stood up. "Not by a long shot!" He ran again, more carefully this time, but Buck was done playing. I had never seen swift and fluid movements on ice. He was a natural.

Several slashes later, Buck had pinned his father against a rock with no way out, Rudy's fang at his father's throat. Jonathan looked up at his son with huge eyes that looked so similar to his son's shimmering ones. The only difference was they also had green in them. Buck looked as though he was going to kill him and I felt my whole body go stiff. But then, Buck lowered the fang.

"If you ever 'arm Jade or call 'er somethin' 'orrible like that again, I will not 'esitate to bring you and anyone who tries to defend you all down!" He turned away like a whip and began to walk towards me. But before he could get to me, his father slashed at him.

Buck dodged it, but while doing so, he dropped his knife, his leaf patch fell off, revealing his injury. His right eye was scarred and black and in the place where his eye should've, there was dried blood. Buck didn't even cover it up. He looked, his expression a knowing one, around with his good eye at all the horrified faces.

I rushed forward, tears flowing down. Buck looked at me with his good eye as I approached. I gave and small whimper and sniff before I wrapped my arms around him. He wrapped his arms around me. "Oh Buck…does it hurt?" He shook his head. "No, it stopped a while ago. I can accept it…I just hope you can…"

I looked up into his face, at his good, shimmering eye, and at his injured one. It may have not been pretty, but that only showed what had gone through, and I felt so sorry I couldn't have helped him through it or been there with him to support him and perhaps stop it from happening.

"I don't care…as long as you stay with me…I love you…" He smiled at my words and held my head and back as our lips touched. Even against me, he whispered, "I love you too…"