His miserable life

KING ARLO'S POV

I chased after the spy but the damned creep had such quick legs and good knowledge about the area than I did. His tricky maneuver into small routes gave me a hard time catching him. Still, I was never giving up on the chase.

We ran through sidewalks and alleys and fences and buildings. He wouldn't stop running, and I sure as hell wasn't going to stop chasing. We got a lot of speculators, and he bumped into a lot of people and stuff, but he didn't seem to mind.

I, on the other hand, avoided creating any mayhem as I raced after him. It got really crazy when he ran into busy traffic, causing cars to screech off lanes and almost causing an accident. That was when I realized I was after one hell of a crack.

I was getting rather too damned pissed having to chase him around the pack. When we got to another alley, and he was heading to hop over another gate, I did what I had to do.

My powers were strictly for my pack affairs and Important matters. But what could be more imp