Skye's P.O.V. "We're doing what?!" I told my mom as soon as her word registered in my mind. "Joining packs." My mom said in her ever so calm voice. "Why exactly are we joining packs with the same pack that once threatened to take over our territory?" My sister, that was currently sitting on the floor asked my mom. While I seriously considering the possibility of her being forced into this by some sort of spell. "Because they have a little bit of people in their packs and so do we. So we decided to join packs and become stronger together." She said. Yup. Definitely under a spell. "And since when do you worry about the number of people in our pack. I mean not more than two months ago, we fought against an Alpha Pack, won, and got out of there with nothing more than a couple broken …show more content…
"This is Alice and Skye Williams. Son and daughter of Frank Williams the ex-Alpha of this pack." Mom said proudly. "But both of you guys are humans, immature, weak and defenseless. You can never be capable of ruling this pack." He said getting all up in my face. "Listen here you son of a bitch. You are a in my territory and you will pay some fuckin respect or so help me I will not hesitate to fuck a bitch up." I said reaching behind me to grab the gun, loaded with wolfsbane bullets, I had tucked under my shirt. At that moment I became aware of the fact that all of the douchebag's pack members were standing intimidatly behind him but judging by the slight fear in their eyes I knew that my pack was right behind me. "Stand down." I said with a warning tone. "Or what?" He said with a smug smile but I heard the way he his word wavered. "Last warning. Stand down." I said while holding the gun to his forehead. "You know if I was you I would just stand down. Trust me he's missing an episode of The Flash right now, he's pissed." Alice said from behind me also holding a gun. Mom was standing behind her, eyes blood red and claws and fangs
A pack is a group of animals that follow a leader. According to Cesar a “a
had better go back and get your gun" to a young soldier even though it
that two other soldiers are running in fear of the fight. He suddenly becomes rather scared
In Stage 2, the pack starts relaxing a bit, they realized how much they miss the pack and that they are having trouble adjusting. “Those were the days when we dreamed of rivers and meat”. (Russell, P249). This is also a time where we start to see a glimpse of the pack splitting apart. The definite example here would be the behavior of Mirabella. Mirabella is unable to adapt or adjust like Claudette and the rest of the pack. “Mirabella
“The brother had potential,” she said. “That brother had, like, strength and courage and smile that could knock out a room.”
They focus on working together to achieve these common goals because they know that doing this requires teamwork and collaboration. The characters motivate, encourage, and show unity with each other. They understand the significance of each member's efforts to the group's survival, whether it is through food gathering, shelter building, or keeping a lookout. The characters join to discuss ideas and make decisions when faced with challenges or threats. All of them know that without the others they cannot overcome the recruiters, but as a team they stand a chance against them.
My adrenaline starts to pump. “Get set!” I am ready for this, I tell myself. “Bang!” the sound of the gun goes off.
“Okay well if you are done I hope we never have to each other again.” Spidey said.
Said the voice. ‘I would have stopped you when you nearly killed him, I bet you.’ The three of them were. perplexed, bewildered, and dumbstruck. ‘Oh well.
“One of the recruits has a fit. I have been watching him for a long time, grinding his teeth and opening and shutting his fists. These hunted, protruding eyes, we know them too well...Though he raves and his eyes roll, it can't be helped, we have to give him a hiding to bring him to his senses. We do it quickly and mercilessly, and at last he sits down quietly.” (73)
Just then Janine’s heart drops. She yells at the top of her lungs, “HA! You’re not my mother! Go away, or I’m calling the police!”
“What kind of woman are you? How can you leave him like this? Does the sound of guns frighten you that much.” Amy told Helen “I've heard guns. My father and my brother were killed by guns.
for mercy. “They are my friends,” she pleaded with him. “I had to help them. I
group together in areas and set up their tents, but many times they’re on their own. The usual