Chapter XXXIII: Winner

I sighed. "Don't you brag, now, Ember."
He licked my cheek. "Of course not."
"Now go get us a hare from the pile," I said.
"Not a problem," he said, trotting off.
I sat down, watching as Ember collected a hare from the winning pile.
"Your mate is a f*cking bastard."
I spun around. "What?!"
"Your mate's an unfair a**hole," the wolf growled, unsheathing his claws.
"Who are you?" I asked warily.
"I," the wolf said. "Am Seven."
I snorted. "What of name is that?"
He narrowed his eyes. "The one your Mama gave me when she raised me."
"Ha," I said sharply. "Mama didn't raise anyone."
"Yes, she did!" Seven insisted. "My real mother abandoned me, and when Mama found me, she named me for the pups she had."
I paused, counting. "But there's eight of us. Well, Ava died, but there were eight."
"Oh, she disowned you," Seven informed me bluntly. "She said you're a b*tch."
I scoffed. "And she's not?"
Seven growled, jumping on top of me. I hissed at him, kicking him off.
"You're getting old, Mira," Seven informed me haughtily. "You can't keep this up forever."
I snarled. "You just don't know when to quit, do you?"
I swiped a paw at him, scratching his chest.
"Ha!" He taunted. "Is that really all you can do?"
I growled.
"Face it Mira," he continued. "You're weak."
A vicious snarl sounded in my ear as Ember charged past me, pinning Seven to the ground.
"You f*cking son of a b*tch!" He screeched.
"You won't get away with this!" Seven screamed. "Ross will get you, I guarantee it! He's coming for y-"
He was cut off as Ember clamped his jaws down on Seven's throat.
He's coming for you.

A/N:
Just completely disregard the fact that there's snow in the picture.
Also, isn't it almost funny how I censor the swear words? Lol.
As always, have a nice day, life, whatever you wanna call it.
Sincerely,
BlackpeltIsABoss