White Ghost and the Poison Arrow (22 page)

“Pull them
out!” She shouts. “I will have my revenge.” Bison grabs hold of
Maska’s scruff and starts pulling him from the mouth of the cave.
He growls at him, but at the angle he is caught, he cannot get a
claw in. Arella takes the bloodglass dagger from her boot and jabs
it into Bison’s arm, making him let go, but not before he has
pulled Mask all the way out. Goat then quickly takes a hold of
Arella and pulls her out too. Blood drips from Bison’s arm, but he
holds on tight to Maska.

“Let him go!”
Arella yells. But they do not listen. Goat is holding tight to
Arella, keeping her arms pinned back painfully, preventing her from
moving. Wolf just takes Arella’s face in her hands again. Arella
knows what it coming, and spits in Wolf’s face, knowing it is the
only thing that will get her off. Wolf recoils, but Goat punches
Arella in the face, just above her left eye. The vibrations ring
through her skull, and Arella knows she will feel that in the
morning. Hot liquid drips down the side of her face and onto the
floor, staining it a bright fresh red.

Wolf takes out
a dagger, and with Goat holding Arella back, her arms behind her
back, she places the blade against Arella’s throat. “You were meant
to die by poison.” She spits through gritted teeth. “Now I’m going
to have to get my hands dirty.” She laughs. “Although you already
saw to that didn’t you? I had to kill my own brother in law because
of you. Can’t have traitors in the family.” She laughs manically.
No sign of remorse or sadness in her black eyes, nor in the eyes of
Fox's brothers. “Well never mind, I never liked him anyway.” She
starts laughing, a manic and insane laugh. “Well now you are going
to pay, and pay with your life.” Just as Wolf intends to slit open
Arella’s throat, she brings her leg up high and kicks her in the
gut, causing Wolf to fall backwards. Arella uses the momentum of
the kick she just used and swings it back, landing her booted foot
on Goat’s bare one, causing him to shout and let her go. She then
takes her grathon from where it lies on the ground and throws it at
Bison. She misses, but it was not her intention to hit him. He
dodges the grathon, but in the process, he drops Maska. He quickly
turns on Bison, leaping at him, his sharp white teeth aiming for
Bison’s throat. Bison catching Maska around the neck and pushes
him, but Maska is too strong and too determined. He forces Bison
down onto the ground and Arella has to look away. She turns back to
Wolf who is staring at Maska and Bison, fear in her eyes. Arella
looks at Goat. In the background behind her, Arella can dear the
dying gurgles of Bison as Maska tears at his throat. The sounds of
struggle become quieter, and Maska moves next to Arella. She feels
him close to her, but keeps her eyes trained on Goat and Wolf.

“I told you none of you would last two minutes in a fair fight
with Maska.” She smiles just a little as she hears gurgled blood
sounds coming from behind her. “Now you have two choices. You can
leave now and never bother us again, or you can stay and both die
too.” Arella pauses. “You’re choice.” It feels like an age passes.
Wolf and Goat do not answer. They just stare at Bison's body, lying
cols and bloody on the floor.

Rain starts to
fall from the sky again, light but cold. The blood on Wolf's body
begins to drip onto the floor, causing streaks of clean skin to be
viable underneath the blood.

“No!” Wolf
screams suddenly. “He can't be... Not now.” She stutters. Her eyes
move from Bison's body, to Arella's face, and hatred fills her
eyes. “You little bitch!” She shouts. “You will pay for this.” She
lunges a Arella but it stopped in her tracks. She looks beyond
Arella, her eyes widening. Arella can hear growling behind her, and
turns to see what it is. When she turns, Arella is faces with five
very big wolves. They are all snarling, saliva dripping from their
mouths. Each of the wolves has a different coloured coat, different
shades of grey. The biggest, a male at the front is the lightest.
He looks at Arella and bows his head slightly. As they walk past
Maska, his face dripping with blood, one of them looks and him and
nods. Maska nods back, then sits down on his haunches and cleans
his face. The wolves pass straight by Arella, all looking at her as
they go, and move onto Goat and Wolf. Most of them are staring at
her. She turns to run in the opposite direction, but the wolves cut
her off. One of the smaller, faster wolves darts in front of Wolf,
stopping her from going any further. Goat tries to get to Wolf but
he is caught in his tracks too. Within a flash they are on her.
Arella turns away from the scene, not wanting to see the woman torn
apart. She can hear it, and that is enough for her. As Arella turns
away, she hears Goat start to scream as well. The wolves have them
both, and nature is being restored. Arella picks up her bag and her
and Maska leaves the wolves to their prey. The last thing she hears
as she walks away are the dying screams of the woman who tried to
murder her.