Midnight

Midnight nervously stepped out into the cold night. Her king had asked for her.

"Y-you wanted to see me?" She asked, her black pelt making her almost invisible in the darkness.

"As a matter of fact I did." The lion growled. Midnight hated him. He was cruel and vicious. She wished her old king hadn't died. But he had. He had been murdered by the lion in front of her.

"I know you saw me do it." The lion purred. Midnight took a fearful step back.

"S-saw what?" Midnight asked.

"Don't toy with me." He snarled. He hit the rock behind her, making her flinch. "You were about to tell Rosemary everything I know because she came to me to ask me about it."

Midnight felt her stomach lurch. Rosemary was her sister. They had done everything together, ever since they were small little Cubs. Midnight hadn't seen her sister since she had told her about their kings little secret.

"Where is she?" Midnight growled. "What have you done to her."

The king laughed. "The only logical thing of course! I killed her." His eyes narrowed to slits. "Had you kept your mouth shut I wouldn't have had to."

Midnight let out a snarl and tried clawing him.

"Leave now, don't return or I will kill you and your Cubs." The king slashed at her nose leaving a bright red mark.

She turned and ran. She ran until she was far out if his territory. Now what do I do?