Fallen Wolves #1: Dark Stars by Katie Radgowski (english novels to improve english TXT) 📕

 Fang arrived at the boulder patch. The boulders were glazed over with frost, as the small field the Pups played the Pinecone Game in was speckled with patches of ice. Fang was puzzled. Where was the others? He started sniffing around, hoping for a scent. 

 What if the blackies found out about the Club? Fang thought frantically.They'll surely beat them into small pulps! 

 "Psst." A small voice whispered from two holly bushes. "Over here!" 

 Fang turned his head. Two forest like eyes were peering from between two curving thick holly bushes. Fang stepped closer. The waving scent of Misty was strong against the leaves. It was Misty! 

"Misty!" Fang yelped as he jumped over. "Your ok!" 

"Of course I am!" Misty's reply sounded bitter. "Just come inside, so no one, like the blackies, hear us! I don't want any other Packmates knowing our clubhouse." 

Fang squeezed inside the holly bush. It was large, about the same size as the Infirmary. It had brambles, vines and roots growing all around it, making it bigger and bigger. The clubhouse looked like a tree, for the thought, and was behind the boulder patch. A perfect clubhouse. 

"Nice place." Fang remarked to Misty as she made him a small seat with leaves and moss. 

 "Thanks." Misty mumbled through a mouthful of moss. "Feather found it, actually. Hey, come and meet them, will ya?" 

Fang let Misty lead him across the den. Fang saw the gray fluffy coat of a blue-eyed Pup and the pale brown fur of a large yellow-eyed Pup near the corner. 

 "Feather, Twig, meet Fang. Fang, meet Feather and Twig." Misty announced. 

 "Hi." Fang barked. 

 "Hey." The Pups replied, their voices sounding the same. Feather's voice was high but soft like while Twig's voice was deep, like a senior Trainee. 

 "Okay, Fang, you've arrived just in time for our little meeting." Feather said as she led Fang and the others to the middle of the den. "We're talking about how we can stop blackies from ruling over us." 

"Awesome." Fang mused. "I think I have a suggestion." 

 Fang and the Pups sat clustered around. Fang thought this was neat, being able to share thoughts with others who understood. 

 "I think we should get a rabbit, stuff some nasty bile in it, and give Flint it to eat. I want to see his face when he tries it!" Fang laughed. 

 "Perfect plan!" Twig agreed sheepishly. 

 "This is serious." Misty snapped. "We can't sit around, telling what funny pranks we should do. The fate of Half-bloods rests in our paws!" 

 "How about you think of the plan when I snap your tiny necks?" A sharp growl snapped. 

 Fang turned to see Flint standing in the entrance. His black, sleek fur was slick against his body as his amber eyes glowed angrily. Fang got up, teeth bared. Misty did the same. 

 "Get out of here, blackie!" Misty snarled. "This is a private club." 

 "Yeah!" Fang agreed. "Get out, Flint. Or it's your neck I'm gonna snap!" 

 "Oh, so scared!" Flint yowled in fake terror. His voice suddenly hardened as he growled. "You don't scare me, Half-bloods. Your all weak, scrawny, wierd and ugly." Flint's eyes rested on Feather. "Except this pretty Pup." 

 Feather stepped back, a look of total disgust on her muzzle. 

 "Go, Flint. NOW. It's the last warning." Fang spat. His claws flexed as he bunched his muscles. He needed a good fight. And his oppent would be Flint. 

 "It's you who will be leaving, Half-blood!" Flint howled as he jumped forward, claws outstretched. 

 Fang dodged easily, raking his claws down Flint's haunches as he passed. Flint yelped in pain as he stumbled into the holly bushes dirt floor. 

 Twig dragged Feather and Misty back, away from the fighting. Twig cared about the two female Pups safety, and Fang was glad for his help. He didn't want Misty or Feather flinging into battle and getting bit or clawed. 

 Flint managed to scramble to his paws. Fang noticed that the blackie's cheek was bleeding, cut by a sharp stone when he fell. Flint licked the welling blood from his muzzle as it slid down to his tongue. 

 Flint hurled himself forward again. Fang reared on his hindpaws, wincing as the tips of Flint's claws sliced his belly fur. But Fang pushed the pain away. 

 Fang's jaw shot forward. Flint yowled in pain as Fang grabbed him by the hindpaw with his jaw. Fang's teeth sunk into Flint's hindpaw. Fang could taste the cold blood run into his mouth as he heard the sound of the hindpaw's bone crack between his teeth. 

 Fang let go off Flint's hindpaw. Flint was yelping, howling and whining in pain. Twig let Misty and Feather go as they ran to Fang, who was gasping for breath. 

 "Are you ok?" Misty asked with a worried gaze. She licked Fang's fur, trying to get any stones and blood droplets out. 

 "I'm fine." Fang replied as he licked her ear. He felt warmed by Misty, even though she wasn't Pack-blood. But he didn't care. She was pretty, nice and caring. But of course, tough. 

 "You were amazing." Twig barked. "I've never seen a wolf fight like that." 

 "And you beat a blackie at a fight." Feather agreed as she yelped. "New record!" 

 "Hall-oo?" Flint snapped into their conversation. He was lying on the ground, blood welling from his cheek, hindpaw and flanks. "I'm hurt! Go get Acorn before I die!"  

 "Your not gonna die." Twig retorted. 

 Fang felt happiness well inside his chest. He was different, wasn't he? Beating a blackie? Amazing! He felt... so... powerful when he held hold of Flint. Was that what the feeling felt like? To be the winner? The victory of the fight? It was amazing. 

 Suddenly, a high scream caught his ear. Flint's carer, Rose of Pelt, was standing at the entrance, cowarding a bit because of the low brambled ceiling. But she had a look of pure terror.  

"Disgrace! Fang attacked and injuried my precious Flint!" 

Snowflake silently stared at Fang for a moment. Her soft, pretty blue eyes were troubled. Moon Leader herself came and scolded Fang for attacking a Packmate with teeth and claws that evening. Acorn fixed up Flint and Fang, but Fang felt ashamed of himself. Moon Leader even snapped at Snowflake, telling her she couldn't raise a Pup right. Storm, of course, stood up for her, snarling at his Leader. Snowflake was upset after that. 

 Now, Snowflake and Fang sat silently in the nest of the Infirmary. The whole Pack went into the forest, as to celebrate some Trainees graduations. Snowflake and Fang were forced to stay in the camp. Flint was too wounded to go, so some point made Fang happy. 

 He was still ashamed of himself. Snowflake didn't deserve the yelling and scolding. It was Fang's fault. Fang boldly told Moon Leader to shut her muzzle and don't blame it on Snowflake, but that got him in too more trouble. 

 Now, the Infirmary was quiet and barley lit up by the dusk's gloom. It was cool in the Infirmary but the air hung with sadness. 

 "Snowflake, I'm really sorry. I-I didn't know what I was doing. I mean, Flint made me so angry. I'm sorry I got you in to this." Fang murmured as he looked up at Snowflake, his green eyes dark. 

 Snowflake wrapped her tail around Fang. Fang suddenly felt a spark of warmth inside him. Every time Snowflake did that, it made Fang feel comforted and made him feel that everything was going to be all right. 

 "It's ok." Snowflake sighed as she gently grabbed a leaf that was lodged in Fang's fur with her teeth and pulled it out. "We all make mistakes. But you are a good wolf, Fang. Something lighted inside you, darkness maybe, that made you go like that. I blame nothing on you. Your a small Pup. You have a bright heart, a determined mind and strong posture. Something that makes you special." 

Fang wasn't comforted by her words. He didn't deserve NICENESS. He deserved scolding and dissapointment. 

 Fang slid from her tail wrap. It made his heart ache to do so, but he did. He slid from the nest and turned to face her. "I don't deserve love. Or care. I'm a Pup with a stupid brain and I don't deserve... your endless love and adoration." Fang looked away. His heart stopped. It choked him to say it, but it was true. 

 "Fang.." Snowflake whispered. "Your like my own Pup. I love you more then I love my own littermate, Acorn. But I want you to know, I will always be on your side. You do these stuff for a reason. Not for your own sastifacation. I believe in you. I took you as my Pup because no one wanted to be your Carer. I thought you were perfect, a happy and great Pup to raise. And I was right." 

 Snowflake gently lifted his chin with her soft paw as Fang turned. Fang now knew. Snowflake loved him not because he had a unique pelt and his size, because of his personality and his choices. Snowflake was a great Carer and Fang was actually blessed by Spirits to have her as a Carer. Snowflake would watch over him when she passed on and the days when he turned to a Hunter or Defender. 

 Fang ran forward and buried his head into her fur. Snowflake licked his head gently. Fang didn't care for his mother all the sudden. No wolf could bring as much love and affection as Snowflake did to him. Fang felt bad for the other Pups. They didn't have such a Carer to watch over them. 

"Now," Snowflake exclaimed as Fang raised his head, "let's have a nice walk in the forest. Me and you. Alone." 

 Fang agreed as Snowflake let him climb onto her soft back fur. With a heave, she walked up the tunnel and to the evening air. 

Fang walked beside Snowflake as they headed out into the night stricken forest. Owls hooted in the branches, as the soft breeze rustled the trees above. Fang could see perfectly, since the moon's light shown down into the forest and created a white path for the two wolves. The endless cricketing noises made him nervous, for he was afraid a snake might slither out of no where, fangs bared, and gobble him whole. 

 Snowflake lowered a palm's branch that was bended in the path so Fang could