Phoenix Maplewood But in his car or in his arms a dream can mean anything

The fight was a bloody affair. Quick, but fought with a fervent intensity on both sides. Reek aimed to tear away as much flesh from his blue-nosed replacement as possible, but once the unfamiliar wolf jumped into the fray, Reek knew the odds had turned starkly out of his favor. He could hold his own in a fight, but not against two assailants. Taking the first chance he could, Reek peeled away and ran.

Fueled solely by adrenaline, Reek pushed through his the pain of his injuries and tore away from the maplewood as fast as his legs could carry him. The words that followed behind him, however, hurt Reek far worse than any physical injury ever could. He had been replaced... In the moment, Reek felt as if his soul had left his body.

His legs carried him in the direction of the grotto. Two thoughts occupied his mind in alternating succession as he ran: first, Luke dead by Reek's paw, and second, the grim fact that if Reek were to ever see his kids, he would have to take them by force.