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the first step into the lighthouse again, there was a fierce growl behind him. There. There stood Wibeke.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 7: One Wolf’s Stupidity, is Another’s Gain!
    The den was quiet. There were no birds singing their chorus in the forest that surrounded the wolves. The trees were quite, too quiet. They didn’t rustle their leaves nor did they rustle in the breeze. The sky was crystal blue and had hints of white fluffy clouds. There was no wind. There was a light breeze but it wasn’t strong enough to lift a strand of fur. The pack had settled down. It was morning and the sun shone brightly from above the trees. It looked like the Earth had stud still from above. It was finally peaceful. Or so it was thought…
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    Wren searched intensely around the den, looking for Wibeke, but there was no sign of her. ‘Where could she be? Where is she?! I hope she hasn’t done what I think she has! Please let her not of done that and has just gone for a stroll. I swear, if she’s done anything stupid, it’s going to be my fault!’ Wren thought, emotionally. His thoughts wandered and so did he. Wandering about the den endlessly, he searched every nook and cranny where he knew she would have most likely gone to think. But when he got there, she wasn’t. There was no sign of her. There was no sign of her because she had done exactly as he had thought and what he feared!
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    Warclaw turned around to see that Wibeke was standing at the side of the old lighthouse remains. He started walking down off of the lighthouse and towards Wibeke. Standing her ground, Wibeke kept her eyes trailing Warclaws every movement as he walked towards her. Warclaw jumped onto the smooth soggy sand, before speaking gently “Wibeke, what are you doing here?” Before giving her a chance to answer Warclaw’s voice turned cold. “I know about that storm that hit the pack, and to be honest with you, I had rather hoped that you were among the dead!” Warclaw teased, laughing at his cruel comment. Wibeke took a step back. She was shocked at how a wolf could think such horrible thoughts. “How can you think that? We are your pack! So why do you want us all dead and decomposing?”
    “You act as if it was I, whom had created that storm over your den, wrecking your measly little lives.” Warclaw smirked. He walked up to Wibeke and circled her before standing right beside her. “Although...” he paused “Now you come to mention it, maybe I did have something to do with it!” He whispered evilly into her ear before walking around so he was facing her.“Warclaw. I am not here to play your pathetic childish games! I came here to warn you of what is to come if you do not hand it over!” She lifted her paw and pointed it over to where the lighthouse was and to the darkened room where the object laid.
    “My childish games?” he said disgustedly at her. Warclaw circled Wibeke again, before stopping at her side again. “You insult me! These ‘childish games’ you so call them, take a great master mind to conger up. But it’s not like you would know!” Wibeke growled at the insult that had just been thrown at her. Warclaw chuckled before carrying on “As far as that pathetic warning you tried to scare me with, whom is it that dares threaten me?” There was a hint of anger in his voice. Moving away from Wibeke’s side, he turned around to face her head on, locking his eyes on hers. Wibeke could feel her heart pound in her chest and her instinct telling her to run for the hills, but she couldn’t stop herself from looking at his perfect blue eyes. ‘Wait. Perfect?!’ she thought, amazed at what she was thinking. “Well?” Warclaw asked again with his voice slightly raised, demanding to know who would want to threaten him. Wibeke felt her lungs start to constrict, as they searched for oxygen that she didn’t have; if she didn’t breathe soon. Taking a