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Six

If Bone loved the ancestors and the Forever Grounds so much, he could go join them. If he wanted to avoid conflict, then he could die quicker.

Cliff watched him as he sat silently at the edge of camp, his eyes unfocused as he attempted to learn how to better use his powers. He could walk over and rip his throat out now; it would only take a few moments. But the only issue was that their aunt Lark was in the camp. The rest of the pack was out hunting, but he, Bone, and Lark remained, and Cliff didn’t want to have to kill her, as well.

I’ll have to do it when we’re the only ones around, he decided, narrowing his eyes slightly. Bone snapped out of his trance, glancing up and happening to meet Cliff’s eyes. He flashed a small, nervous smile, and Cliff forced himself to return it, seething on the inside.

It’s all perfect, isn’t it? he thought venomously, flexing his claws into the dirt. You have such a perfect life, with all of the attention. What, are you going to challenge Father for the role of alpha, next? Take my dreams away from me?

He ripped up grass, tossing it to the side and cutting deep gouges into the earth the longer that he watched Bone. Finally his brother stood, turning and padding away into the forest. Cliff’s heart began to race and he looked over at Lark. She was ducking inside the pups’ sleeping area to clean it, or possibly even take a nap. Now was his chance.

Slowly rising, Cliff followed Bone into the woods.

- President Loki

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