Free Warclaw by Samantha McGivern Page B

bemused.
    Warclaw was sure that no-wolf had ever heard of it because that was where the last war had been, the one with the pack in it. This war was not historical to the wolves and there was no evidence of it so why should it be known? After all it was merely ruins after what happened. Warclaw started to run up to Marko, so he was alongside him. “Meg Mell? How do you know of it?” Warclaw inquired.
    “I don’t know. I suppose I just like to know what is nearby and what happened in our history. Why do you know it?” Marko knew that it had got Warclaw’s attention as Marko had learnt it from the crystal that Warclaw had been there in the last war. “Yes,” Marko was right that he had got Warclaw’s attention but not for a good reason. “Have you never been told to not look into something that is none of your business and to never to read into something?” Warclaw spoke plainly but had the hint of annoyance in his voice. “Good so you know where it is. And yes my father tells me that all the time...”
    “And he’s right too.” Warclaw interrupted.
    “I can’t help it. I always want to know the answers.”
    “But sometimes, Marko, the answers aren’t always the nicest ones.”
    “True and I accept that, however it’s nice to know where you’re from and what happened around me. All the brainless fools in the pack have no idea and all they know is how to eat, kill and follow orders.” Warclaw laughed. He noticed that Marko was a lot like himself when he was at that age. Always inquisitive. Always wanting to know the answers, even when the answers weren’t nice ones. Warclaw had found a lot of himself in Marko. “So Marko, you find the rest of the pack brainless and that you’re the only one who has a brain. No offence to the guys back there.” Marko laughed.
    “Yes, I do. But you have to be nice to them all.” He huffed.
    “I know how that feels.” Warclaw moaned. “You know if you ever fancy leaving these guys and running solo with me then you are more than welcome to join me.”
    “I thought you were the Alpha of Wayland and head of the pack?” Marko asked confused yet intrigued.
    “Ah that. Don’t worry about that. That’s only temporary. Although I am the Alpha, I do not take upon the role and take charge. I’m more what you call a lone wolf. I run solo. I had simply killed their old Alpha to insure the safety of the crystal. And look where that one got me.” Warclaw said sarcastically. “But that doesn’t matter. If you ever want to run solo with me then you are very much welcome to join me. I enjoy having someone who thinks outside the box and actually uses their brain.” Warclaw chuckled.
    “Thanks. I’ll think about it. It’s a very good offer and yeah I would love too. But I’ll need to think about it as you can appreciate.”
    “Yeah well the offer is always open for you.”
    “Thanks.” Marko was pleased with the offer that Warclaw had given him. It seemed like a once in a lifetime opportunity and he didn’t want to miss it. Warclaw felt like he would have a great accomplice when Marko did decide to join him. Besides it would be a great way to make his plan stronger by having these wolves on his side. Both Marko and Warclaw looked forward, staying silent for a few minutes, allowing their conversation sink in. A few minutes later Warclaw decided to speak up. “So how far is it then?”
    “It’s about a half hour walk.” Marko impatiently said. Warclaw laughed.  ‘I should really think about taking his offer up.’ Marko thought. The rest of the time they walked in silence.
    When they finally got to Manto, around half an hour later as predicted, they walked into the den. Warclaw looked around; noticing that this was a much larger pack than his. Looking at each of the pack members, Warclaw noticed that all of the eyes were red. He wondered whether it was genetic, as they all had the red eyes. When he looked around to where Marko was and noticed an identical cave to