Prompt: 61. Offal
Character(s): Derek
Word Count: 313
Rating: T
Warning(s): None
His sister had always been the better hunter of the two as far a speed was concerned, she'd also always been the more inclined of the pair to actually eat what she stalked.
It was almost ironic the way he'd found her, half of her, like the unwanted part of the meal. Later when it was sunk in enough that she was really dead he found it amusing even in a morbid sort of way.
After killing a rabbit or on the odd occasion a deer she left the skin to rot on the forest floor along with the eyes, his sister couldn't stand eyes, she told him it was the consistency that bothered her and how after the first bite they turned to mush in her mouth.
Derek mused on the idea of his sister being eaten, it wasn't pleasant and the idea that the Alpha found at least part of her unsavory and later thrown it up and flushed it away down the toilet after he shifted back made him furious enough to add another two miles to his run to work off the red coloring his vision.
Once he'd caught his sister trying to unclog the toilet before they went to school one day, she'd been bashful about the ordeal and blushed when their father had had to come and fix it himself, she'd gotten a punishment she wouldn't soon forget when a Doberman's paw was suctioned out.
He'd found out on his own later that animal paws were for the most part indigestible.
The memory of his sister getting sick from running down and eating a dog when she was still a kid made him shake his head and laugh, not able to help it.
It clicked then, years after the fact why she used to giggle at 'Missing Dog' posters.
He hoped she gave the bastard heart burn.