Tribes

by Mia Frances

lives a living hell, but no more. Stay away from us Wolf or I swear I'll kill you!" He stared at her in shocked silence, then his eyes filled with rage, "I kept you alive, I gave you food! "Yes, you gave us that," she spat back. "But we paid dearly for it. We had to grovel for everything we got, enduring your temper, black moods, and abuse. You forget that it was our roof that sheltered you, our fire that warmed you. We owe you nothing!" she barked at him. "Justin get Wolf his clothes, a pack, a sleeping bag, and a box of shells." "You can't do this," he bellowed, outraged. "I won't let you shut me out. You can't throw me away like a piece of garbage." He rose to his feet and started toward her. She trained the gun on his head. "Stay where you are!" "You need me!" "No we don't! I'd rather take my chances alone than endure another day with you." A few moments later Justin appeared with a pack, filled to bursting with hastily shoved in clothing and a tattered sleeping bag. "Throw them to him," she ordered. They landed at Wolf's feet with a thud. He looked down at them and then at Alex. "Take them and go," she ordered. "You're going to be damn sorry, woman. You won't get rid of me so easily. I'll be back." "You do and you're a dead man," she warned. He grabbed the pack, tying the sleeping bag to its frame, then looked at her, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. "I cared about you. I cared about them," he said