two: mauled
Crap, crap, crap.
Pant pant.
Sam Uley felt the crunch of leaves beneath his paws. He wished he were the leaves. He wished that someone would crush him. He hated what he had done. He wished he could go back.
Crap, crap, crap.
Pant pant.
He wished he were anyone but himself now. He knew what had just happened, and he wanted to take it back. He wanted to love Leah. He wanted to make her happy, more than anything.
Crap, crap, crap.
Pant pant.
Sam made a U-turn and ran toward the light. It was a stupid move, he knew. But he had to get his anger out on something. He attacked the nearest tree, shredding its bark and branches.
Crap, crap, crap.
Pant pant.
Something rustled in the woods, close to the edge. Sam inched closer, curious. Then he heard the sound of muffled sobs. Unthinkingly, he hurled at the creature. He had to get his anger out.
It was too late when he realized who was under his claws, whose blood was dirtying his black fur. He howled once, the sound tortured.
I'm sorry, Emily. I'm sorry, Leah.
you asked for angst, angst you will get. thanks to all my reviewers. y'all inspired me to keep writing, and i got this! special thanks to the lovely lovely churoettes (sp? sorry!) who sent me a review, like, five minutes after posting. Sam cookies to you for the quick response. and...review this so i know my efforts aren't wasted!!