Septiplier: Fight For The Throne

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Third Person's P.O.V.

Three Years Later.

Mark's pack tried to go back to normal, but ever since Mark threw Jack out, they all feared Mark.

In fact, Mark even hated himself for it... He regretted it the day after he did it, but then, it was too late... He had to take the constant feeling of guilt everyday.

But soon, Mark had grown paranoid, fearing that Jack would come back for revenge.

In no time, they were probably the best pack in the forest. But that was until they met a new pack...

Patricia was chattering quietly, for once, with Róisín. Mark walked in making the two females growl.

"Oh, come on! Are you still angry at me over that? Jack... Jack deserved it!" Mark hissed. "Why wouldn't we be?" Patricia growled. "He was our friend!" Róisín snapped.

"Well, tough. Now, are you two joining us for dinner or what?" Mark spat. "Ye go ahead. We'll eat in a while." Patricia declined, saying the plural of 'you' as 'ye' because of the western part of Ireland that she came from in a small county called Clare.

Mark worriedly nodded and walked away. He thought that they were starving themselves, but they were far from that...

Róisín ran over to her bed and knelt down under it. Her bushy, curly, brown hair that fell down to her waist, flowed gently after her.

She lifted the humongous Oreo chocolate bar so Patricia could see it. There was a sparkle in Róisín's eyes that were a dark green colour mixed with brown.

Her facial skin that was almost as pale as Patricia's, had freckles all over it.

She giddily hopped up from her place and sat on her bed, gesturing for Patricia to sit beside her.

Patricia did so and the two of them shared the bar together.

But suddenly, they heard something outside... Both girls rushed out to see another wolf pack in their territory.

Six wolves stood before their growling pack members. Mark walked over to them in his human form.

It was quite misty, which made an eerie atmosphere. "What is your business here?" Mark called.

All six wolves parted with three to the left and three to the right, bowing their heads in respect as out of the fog, a cloaked figure strolled towards Mark.

It was probably the pack's leader. "We're just passing through the area to rest nearby and continue on after a few weeks rest, so move aside." The person stated.

"What is your name?" Mark asked. "That isn't your business..." The figure turned a bit.

Mark trudged towards him and pinned him against a tree. "Tell me before my pack rips you apart." Mark said through gritted teeth.

The person's pack surrounded him and Mark, but they were taken by surprise to see Mark's pack surround them.

Mark smiled in success. No matter how much the figure struggled, he couldn't get away from Mark as he lifted his hood.

Mark gasped and almost dropped the hood again.

In fact, all of Mark's pack gasped as they saw who the figure was...