She had left the cave with some intent of confronting Waz and admitting the whole horrible truth of his life to him; and how she had been responsible for most of it. She wanted to clear her mind before killing herself doing something stupid like chasing after Alas in some pointless battle she had created. Her daughter had made her so confused with her words. Was Alas such a bad wolf after all, did her daughter deserve such torture? It wasn’t her fault after all for being abducted. She couldn’t choose to be with her mother. She sighed really needing to apologize. But in reality she might have thought it was just best to leave things as is. She had caused enough trouble after all, hadn’t she?

Ickle wolfess he could smell drifting from his wolf nose to his wolf brain. He had been so damaged he couldn’t even tell that it had been his own mother. If he had perhaps his mind wouldn’t have wanted to take her and empower himself over her. She did smell weak to him. He would inplant her with his seed and then when the puppies were born kill her. Females were useless anyway. Though the one female he had actually fancied had disappeared…where had she and brother wolf gone?! His mind drew away from Twist as he wangled his own stories in his mind. Then suddenly it snapped back to her, yes ickle wolfess had eaten them both. She was not worthy of his seed! She was worthy of death. He grinned and slunk threw the trees towards her as silently as he could following waiting for the right moment.

Wazaam had been keeping to himself, though he had managed to keep order within the pack. No one expected him to step up and keep them together. He had been seen as weak, and incapable of surviving with the twisted female that was his mate.
    
    He scoffed at that..His mate? Did a mate kill her own young? Did it matter who the pup was raised by? Was blood so useless?
    His brain was racked with questions, and if he had truly been able to leave Twist without telling her..He wuold have left long ago. But he was now stuck in a perpetual state of confusion. Love or safety.. Which was worth moret o him? He had been brainwashed so long, he had no idea sometimes how to think for himself.

Her mind mimicked her mates even if she couldn’t read minds. They had both been brainwashed by the lives they lives. She was a product of her childhood. And though she had to take responsibility for her own actions at least there was a reason behind it. She could smell Waz up ahead. It caused her to halt where she had walked. Even though she had never shown cower dance in her life she just wanted to turn tail and run away from him. She couldn’t face him, not after Tempeste. He finally had seen the evil she really was and she couldn’t deal with the truth. He wouldn’t want her anymore, and she couldn’t deal with that; she loved him so much.

‘Step towards me ickle wolfess. Yes that’s it one more step ickle little female’. He crouched down low and with his eyes gleaming with insanity. He sprang up against the unsuspecting Twist. His jaws clinging on just below her neck his body wrapped tightly over her bony back. He hissed threw the teeth that bit down harder. “I’ve got you ickle wolfess. You’ll die for brother wolf.”

Twist gave out a terrible yelp of pain. Her mind too caught up in her own thoughts that she didn’t even notice her own son stalking her. She wanted to fling him off but his grip was too strong. “Tornado…” She howled at him. “I’m your mother…” But maybe death would be good. If she died now nobody would have to deal with her. Alas would live and Waz could move on and find a new mate. She whispered low so that only he could hear. “I’m ready to die…” But he was so insane he didn’t hear anything she said, convinced that she just admited to killing his brother wolf and the mate he was going to have.

    Her call of pain was the last thing he had thought to hear.. He was a bit out of the packlands, and slightly hidden away in the forest of trees. His thinking spot he liked to think.. But her howl of pain jutted a nerve with him. He knew he had to help her, though she hurt him..Used him.. He loved her. Despite his own damned foolish mind he did.
    He growled, leaping into action. His eyes angry. What was wrong, why was she crying out..and why was there the sound of snarls..? He knew something was wrong, and soon he was at the other wolfs throat.
    
    He thrashed wickedly, flinging it from his mates blue form. He could smell blood, and still he stood tall. His eyes dared the attacker to go any further, and thats when he realized the attacker..Was his son. What had happened to his brood most had gone so dark..so bad..
    
    "Tornado.." He breathed. Grabbing onto the back of the males scruff, he yanked harshly, ripping him off of Twist. Of course, he was much larger than Tornado or it likely wouldnt have been possible.

Twist was in shock. The whole situation had happened so fast and just as suddenly as ever her son had been knocked off of her by none other then Waz. She felt ashamed that she had gotten so weak that she had to be rescued. And even worse off that she WAS rescued. Well there was no escaping it now. She was face to face with Waz and she was going to have to deal with her issues that she had. But first she was going to have to deal with her son. She looked at him laying on the ground, watched him there and pitied him. What made him any better then Tempeste? He was blood too and raised by her but yet unlike his daughter had completely lost his marbles.

“Don’t kill him.” She mouthed out to Waz. It was the only thing she could think about. She didn’t want her son to die. Hadn’t she done enough to her family? She didn’t want to have Waz bear that weight on his shoulders. He was such a good guy. “Please don’t kill him.” She pleaded.

Tornado lay there on the ground. He panted quickly and heavy. Who was this big male? And why did he push him away from the ickle female. This was HIS female to do what he wanted with. The other male needed to know this. Being smaller didn’t distract him to his purpose. He needed her dead. Then he would kill him too not recognizing that this was his father. He gimped up threw his injuries and grinned a small sliver of bloody drool dripping from one side of his mouth. He didn’t speak. He never did. He just giggled and once again he had found himself ontop of Twist this time managing to get his teeth into the right spot on her neck. But all Twist could mumble out threw her gasps…was “Please don’t kill him. Please…”

Wazaam ignored her pleas this time. Obviously the male was insane.. He made little sense and didnt even speak. He giggled, and that was the most unnerving sound Wazaam had ever heard. Throwing up his head to the sky, he let out a long mournful howl. He knew what had to be done, though it didnt make it any easier on him.. But unlike the rest of his brood, Tornado had gone completely insane..Futher than Twist could ever save him from.
    
    He bulldozed into the male with a vengeance, and tore at the others throat, mouth foaming with spit as he did so. Ripping him off the female once more he pinned the smaller male the the earth, and found his maw in the throat of the son that was his blood..But was no longer to live.


Twist could feel him killing her, but she didn’t stop begging for her sons life, and when she felt the pressure give way from her neck she knew it was all over and that Tornado had been killed. She couldn’t even look Wazaam in the eye as she laid there in a pool of her own blood. She would heal, her son limp and lifeless on the ground would not. With the last bit of energy she had she threw her head back and with the saddest sound she could muster threw the pain howled as loud and as long as her body would allow her.

Tornado felt his father rip into him once more. This time harder then before. He didn’t even notice the pain. The ebbing away off his life. He couldn’t feel his energy draining away or even listen to the sound of his mother calling out for him. All he could see in his mind was images of his ‘little brother’ and the female that followed with them. His maw smiled slowly. He’d be going to them now. He’d be with them forever.

   Wazaam was latched to the males throat, making sure that the last breaths would be gone from his body. It pained him to have to do such a thing, but he would not tolerate brute force against anyone. He had not allowed Twist to do it, and hed not allow his own blood to mangle his own mother. He heard Twists sorrowful song, and refused to look up at her.  His maw covered in his sons blood, his orange pelt tinted with the spoils of war. He sighed as he dropped the throat of the now lifeless son, and instantly he remembered the boy as a pup.. He had been innocent, sweet then. It was something none of his pups had been since.

It was too late now for her to do anything to save him. Tornado was dead, another product of her blindness. She sat up and dragged herself to her four paws and limped over to his lifeless body. Her cold wet not resting on the nape of her dead sons. This was the result of everything she had caused. It was her fault that Tornado was dead. Her fault that the family had fallen apart. She could now see clearly what Shezaam had been saying. It wasn’t Alas’s fault one bit. Sure the two had there differences. But the pink wolfess had only been trying to save Tempeste from such a life by taking her.

“I’m so sorry Tornado.” She licked the male tenderly on the muzzle.

Wazaam looked at Twist, and his eyes looked dull. He had lost the happiness from his eyes that as a young wolf he had carried so often. He looked tired, worn. He was an older wolf now, aging a bit and the stress of the life he led tore him up. He flicked an orange ear, and looked at Twist once more. His body was covered in blood, though it wasnt really his own. He hadnt been hurt too badly by his son, but Twist had. He would hav elicked her wounds, but he sat, and looked away from the dead wolfs body.
    He didnt want to acknowledge the fact that it had to be done. He would still mourn the pup that Tor had once  been, and not the monster he had been driven into being.
    
    "Things must change." He whispered, though loud enough he knew Twist heard.

She wanted to say something back to Waz, agree with him on the subject but her eyes and thoughts were still transfixed on her own son. She hadn’t seen death before and even if she had brutalized Tempeste she still didn’t die right in front of her. And she didn’t even know her parents had died because she’d been far away by the time the lighting had hit the pack. This was what war was like. And because she started it more were going to die like her son. More innocent lives that didn’t have to be dragged into such a thing. God she had to do something about it. But her mind had gone blank and all she could think about was Tornado. And with the caress of a mother she began to clean his body as if she just couldn’t click in her own mind that he was dead.

He looked at her a bit more stern, his eyes looking angry now at her now speaking back to him. Her son was dead, but as far as he could see it was her that had driven him so insane. The anger in his body made him shiver, and he cleared his throat as he looked at her.
    
    "Something must be done, and the boy isnt coming back. You need to figure out what it is that youre planning on doing, because your pack is falling apart."

She tilted her head and looked at Waz. “The pack isn’t mine anymore. I gave it to our daughter Shezaam. If anyone can fix what I started it would be our daughter. I don’t honestly want to deal with it anymore.” She shifted her weight and moaned with the pain from her sons bites and claw marks. She was in terrible shape but she’d live. She wouldn’t permit herself to collapse as much as she had wanted to at that moment. Her conversation was more important then the fact she wanted to pass out from the lack of blood.

He was honestly surprised at her comment. He had never thought she would give up the power that she had. Of course, she had lost the power with the kidnapping of Tempeste. The lynxs had let it out what had happened, and the whole pack knew now. He looked at her and raised an eyebrow, though his look was still hard. He may love her, but was going to make this a bit harder than just accepting an apology. He wanted more than that.. If he couldnt get it, he'd leave, and she would never see him again.
    
    "I am leaving the pack Twist. Because its coming down around our ears, and paws, and im tired of the fighting. Im tired of the power and the brainwashing and seeing our children turn into hellhounds. Look at them! Tsunami is mad with power, and I can only imagine how she will take Shezaam as leader. Her pups, little hellspawn in themselves.. We have created hell in our own pack, and now Im ashamed to leave such hell on the shoulders of the only daughter we had that became anything.. This will be alot for her to fix. I hope she can do it."
    Though he knew she could..Knew full well she could.
    
    "I am leaving, and if you wish to follow, I make a demand of you. You will never harm anything else. Hunting is one thing, but if I see anything to the shape of the evil that you brought to this land, I will leave you where you stand."

Twist nodded at the fact, her head swirling now from the pain. She couldn’t stand anymore; teatering back and forth she mustered everything she had but it wasn’t enough. She crumpled on the ground ontop of her son. The two intermingled together in both of there blood. She just looked at his body that now law under her and tried to scramble away bothered by her dead son’s presence. She wouldn’t want to kill anything after today anyway. Hell she might become vegetarian - well no that was a stretch even for her; she liked her red meat.

“If you take me I’d wish to follow you. I havn’t been all to fair with you your entire life. So it’s up too you in all honesty.”