Somtimes a thing shocks a man so bad, things seem to stand still.

Watching his ruined phone fall to the pavement in pieces was like that, for Dog. To be completely honest, it wasn't his phone -- it had belonged to Mary Waters, who later came be affectionately known as "Empty". Dog cursed, and wrung his Clawed hand to get pieces of phone speared on his Claws off.

Lioni. Lee-Oh-nee. He still liked the way that name tasted when he said it slow. As much as he considered Chewtoy a bit nuts, he didn't doubt what she'd sent him. He could feel the rage inside of him, building.

Lioni was practically family to him. Sure; in an Alabama-I-fantasize-about-my-sister type of family way, but, still. If he were one of them, she'd be pack. Dog wasn't overly bright, but it wasn't a long leap of logic to understand whatever had killed P.F. Reign & the Gang had probably done this, too.

Which brought him back to them, and packs. He'd heard the howl, weeks ago. No one had ever talked about it, but no one else was a Wolf of the Blood, either. Dog knew how they worked. It had always been a straightforward affair; fight, bargain, or submit.

For Lioni, he would bargain.

He wiped the blood from his mouth, and licked at it. Looking down, at the man, he hadn't even realized he'd killed him while he had been thinking. Street thug, looked like, with a knife. Dog's arm was bloody to the elbow where he had impaled him, and the man's head was half-severed where Dog had latched onto his throat.

"Fuck," he rasped, both at the body, and at Chewtoy's message.

Dumping the body in a dumpster, that was an easy fix. The other? Not nearly as easy -- but he would make it right.

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