“You can’t!” I screeched, griping the thick nyasi beneath my paws.
“The whole forest will belong to the Pack of Shadows!” the dark mbwa mwitu exclaimed enthusiastically, his fur, manyoya flickering like shadows, “No mbwa mwitu will stop us!”
I have to do something! I couldn’t let it end like this! Not with the alpha in this state! Not with the pack mgawanyiko, baidisha in four!
“Out of my way pup!” he tossed me aside like a tiny mouse.
“No!” I leaped at him, biting and clawing with all my strength.
“This is pointless! wewe cannot defeat me she-wolf!” I felt him bite me and fling me away again. I was too tired to songesha now, after traveling this far without resting, I can no longer breathe enough to live.
I’m over; this is the end of the Pack of Ice! I lay winded and defeated, awaiting death’s arrival patiently.
