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Seven

Cliff stayed far behind Bone, placing his paws down silently as he followed his brother. Bone walked for a short while, finally coming to a halt as he reached the creek, sitting down on the pebbly shore and staring at his reflection. Everything about his posture said that something was wrong, but Cliff didn’t care.

He snuck up until he was only a few feet away from his little brother, crouching just beyond the pebbly shore. His breaths came slow as he calmed his racing heart. Was he really about to murder his own brother?

Yes, he told himself, blinded to the wickedness of his actions by anger. He took one last deep breath, and lunged right as Bone glanced over his shoulder.

He tackled his brother to the ground, embedding his teeth deep into his throat. Bone’s mouth opened to speak, to scream, to fight back, but nothing came as he fall hard on his back, small stones digging into his shoulders. Cliff planted a paw on his snout, driving his head into the ground and placing the other paw on his chest, hunching over him as he bit deeper, cutting into his windpipe.

Cliff gave a sharp tug, ripping his throat open and spitting out the large scrap of flesh and skin and fur that came with. Bone stared up at him, but not in rage or the desire to lash back. His expression only held sadness.

Sadness for what? Was he sad that his perfect life was ending already? That he didn’t get the chance to steal the alpha role right from under Cliff’s nose?

As blood spilled from his throat and drained the last of his life from him, Bone’s mouth tilted into a frown, and a tear traced a glimmering stripe down his face as it dripped onto the rocks below.

Cliff backed away, looking around to ensure that no other wolves were around, before turning and leaving his brother’s corpse to rot.

- President Loki

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