The Sunspire double overtime

As Summer charged, there was nothing that could have stopped the fury that drove him forth. Nothing but that sweet, pleading voice, and the sudden sight of her face. He slid to a stop and searched for her as though waking from a dream. Suddenly, the world felt like it shifted violently beneath his feet, and the boy staggered slightly to find his footing, shutting his eyes for a few seconds until everything stopped spinning. He shook his head, his eyes popping open to find her again, near to him, and the stranger not so far on her other side.

Summer pulled himself back up to his full height, which was impressively tall as so near was he to adulthood. He stopped only when his chest pressed protectively against Ty's side, his eyes glaring dominantly into the Creek wolf's. For a moment, he nosed at the younger girl's fur, as though simply the feel of it was comfort enough that she was alright. But then, it was back to business. This trespasser perhaps hadn't harmed his friend, but that didn't mean she wasn't breaking the laws between their packs.

"Get out, Creek wolf," Summer growled at her, his temper more composed now that he knew there was nothing in dire need of protecting, "You know the laws between our packs as well as I do. You're violating our treaty by being here, something that neither of our alphas would be pleased to know, unless yours have forgotten. In which case, we'd be perfectly happy to remind them."

They were big words for the young wolf, but he had grown enough to at least look like they fit coming from his mouth. He was no longer the gawky pre-teen he had come to the mountain as.

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