Free Warclaw by Samantha McGivern Page A

that bitch were always swanning off together. I knew about it before you even told me!”
    “Wibeke you are not thinking straight! We were just close friends! We were never going out!” Wren looked at Wibeke with disbelief.
    “Oh so you are thinking I am the mad one? Well sorry to put it this way, but I can see through your pathetic lies! I thought you loved me and would never do anything! Well guess I was wrong!”
    “Wibeke CALM DOWN! We were never having an affair. I was loyal to you! You are the only one I love!”
    “You are still lying Wren! If you don’t tell me what has happened then I am going. If you keep telling these lies then we are over before we ever began!” There was gasping among the pack. This was not what they expected to hear and see right before their eyes. The packs iconic leader going to scrap. Never mind her lover -wolf doing this to her! Wibeke heard the gasp and she looked around. “What are you all doing here?” Her voice was calm but still had the hint of anger in it.
    “We thought you were in trouble! But it appears not.” Will said, speaking up for the rest of the pack. He was hiding among them, near the front. Spotting him she gave him a deathly glare. “Well you have come here for nothing. So goodbye!” This time there was anger in her voice. The pack started to back away from the pair and back to where they had come from. Wren had finally decided to speak up. “Wibeke there was no need to speak to them like that!”
    “You cannot tell me what I can and can’t do! Why am I even talking to you?! We are over! Finished. Finito! I never want to see you again! Or for that matter ever speak to you again!” Wibeke shouted at Wren, her heart lurching at what she had done. Running off, her eyes had filled with tears. She could not comprehend why Wren had done this to her. Wren thought to go after her but decided against it. She needed to calm down before he could talk to her. His heart was broken and all because Warclaw had decided to accuse of her of something he thought she hadn’t done. What had this all come too?
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 9: Planning Sweet Revenge.
    When Warclaw and Marko got down to the beach it was quiet. Warclaw was still confused as to how they had got here. Warclaw was certain that he hadn’t imagined it all and they were actually here. “Where was it you said you were from?” Warclaw asked trying to make conversation. Marko looked at Warclaw with a straight face. “We are from Manto.”
    “May I enquire how are we getting there?”
    “Simple. We walk with those guys.” Warclaw looked ahead of him and saw three bulky wolves sitting on the beach. They looked just as angry as Marko. One of the wolves was brown and had a black stripe down the middle of his back. One was pure black and one was cream coloured. And they all had red eyes. Within a few minutes they had reached the three wolves. “This is Michael,” He pointed his paw towards the brown wolf with the black stripe down his back. “This is Markus,” he pointed to the middle one who was pure black before finally pointing to the last wolf who was cream “And this is Marino.” They all nodded to Warclaw showing their approval. They started to walk down the beach. Warclaw followed behind Marko and the others brought up the rear.
    “And where is this Manto? I can’t remember where half of these places are.” Warclaw said jokingly, to try to hide what he was after. “It is north of Meg Mell. You should have heard of us. We are right next to you, so you should’ve heard of us. If not then you need to read up on your history, because that is where we are heading.” Marko looked back to the direction in which they were going. Warclaw thought to himself about where they were heading. ‘Meg Mell is like in the middle of this island. It’s like the centre and no-wolf has ever been there or even knows of it. So how would he know that the pack was north of it?’ Warclaw thought