Sweet. Get angry again, that worked!
The trouble was, she couldnât get angry. It was all just so silly . She couldnât fight like this!
Right. So Iâm going to fail, in front of Alpha this time, and Beta will never let me hear the end of it. . . .
The very image of Betaâs mocking sneer gave her a sudden strength. Twisting sharply, Sweet writhed out of Fieryâs grip, grabbed his shoulder with her foreclaws and hauled herself on top of him. She sank her teeth into the folds of flesh at his neck, and held him down until he went limp. She had a feeling he was submitting for her benefit, so that she could impress Alpha, but she kept her teeth firmly locked on his neck. Around them, there was silence from the other dogs.
âWell,â said Alpha at last, tilting his muzzle skyward. âWhatâswrong with that, Beta? It looks perfectly efficient to me.â
âFieryâs justââ began Beta, but Alpha cut her off.
âIn fact, it looks a lot sharper than some of your moves.â The half wolf gave her a supercilious look. âI think Sweetâs a natural fighter.â
Despite his words, Sweet felt a twist of annoyance in her gut. What Alpha said sounded suspiciously like what the older swift-dogs used to tell her when she was a pup. Heâs indulging me , she thought angrily. Patronizing meâjust to make a point to Beta .
Maybe Alpha was trying to boost her confidenceâwhich would be bad enoughâor maybe he was using her, to keep his Beta in her place. Whatever it was, it didnât sound honest to Sweet. She felt a growl rise in her throat, but she bit it back.
Without waiting for the stammering Betaâs response, Alpha turned with a flick of his bushy tail and stalked back toward his den. Beta watched him go, then turned her ugly stare on Sweet.
âThis isnât over,â she snarled. She twisted and bounded into the forest.
Itâs not my fault! Sweet wanted to bark. Betaâs hostility felt like a gigantic paw on the back of her head, shoving her down into the mud. I didnât ask Alpha to praise me for something I didnât do!
She knew there was no point running after Beta, though. Thered dog didnât want to listen to anything she had to say. Sweet felt a warm flank pressing against her side: Fiery. Snap too sidled closer, giving her ear a reassuring lick.
âDonât worry, Sweet,â rumbled Fiery. âAlpha likes you, thatâs obvious. And that counts for a lot.â
âYes,â agreed Snap. âAnd Beta had better watch her hindquarters.â
Sweet took a step back, startled, and met Snapâs eyes. âWhat do you mean?â
âHuh.â Snap tilted her head and cocked a brown ear. âEvery dog knows Alpha and Beta havenât been seeing eye to eye recently. Maybe youâre just whatâs needed in this Pack toââ
âThatâs enough, Snap,â growled Fiery sharply. âDonât gossip about your leaders. Thereâs nothing honorable about that.â
Snap gave a dismissive hunch of her shoulders, but Sweet turned to her with horror. âI donât want to cause any problems. All I wanted was a Pack, somewhere to belong. Somewhere to feel safe . I want to be an asset to this Pack, not make things worse!â
âThatâs all very well,â muttered Snap, despite Fieryâs warning glower. âBut Iâm not sure Betaâs going to give you much choice. . . .â
CHAPTER SIX
With the exception of Beta, thought Sweet, her new Pack had made her life a lot happier. She felt more content now than she had since the Big Growl had struck. Already, nearly a Moon-Dogâs journey after joining the Pack, sheâd been elevated by Alpha to be a hunter. There was nothing more satisfying than prowling the forest for prey, doing her part to provide for the Pack. Sunlight dappled the forest floor, there was warmth in the air, and
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