Voodoo

It was dangerous to be out here, the daughter of Sasha and Bullet knew this. Many of her family members had died, had been destroyed by Saydin and her pack. But Voodoo needed to get away from the Lurkers for a bit, take a breather, get away. So here she was, in the middle of the prarie, just relaxing and waiting... Waiting...

Torture

The black and grey male moved quickly, moved quietly, his eyes seeking her. Voodoo. One of the last bastard children of Sasha and Bullet. He was going to kill her, destroy her, tear her apart. Then, he saw her. All black and tan, he gave an evil grin then lunged, aiming straight for her spine. the females back was turned, he'd have her now... He felt her bones crunch beneath his jaws, paralyzing her. He watched surprise, anger, and fear cross in her eyes. Goodnight, Voodoo. And then he walked away, leaving her to die.