Amulet was the runt of her litter. As she grew a strange mark appeared on her right eye that once she reached maturity it began to cause complications and finding her mate only accelerated her complications. Now her and her mate Desmond are on the hunt to answer the enigma that is her birthmark. Little do they know following this trail will turn the hunters in the the hunted.

Runt

Amy and Squeaker heard a ruckus coming from the back of the pack. They turned and saw Des and Sal sparring. Amy rolled her eyes and Squeaker laughed, "Hey Moon, look." 


Moon was tending to a pup and once she was done she looked back and hit her face with her paw. "I'm in love with an idiot." 


"What are they even doing?" Amy asked as she kept looking down at her paws trying to maintain balance now that she is using both of her eyes. 


"Oh that's right, you were never told. So when Des and Sal fought after we took you away apparently Des won and Sal hasn't yet gotten over it." Moon sighed, "I keep trying to tell him he isn't as young as he used to be." 


Amy and Squeaker both chuckled. Matt barked at both of them to knock it off and to get back into formation. Amy spent majority of her time keeping balance and getting used to her new sight. 


Chapter 9