Beauty and the Beast

I laid there quietly listening to the drip, drip, drip noises coming from around the cave. Marina laid cuddled up against me as the cold October night air swirled around us. It has been three years since we had fled Into the night. It had been three years since my family and my pack were massacred by a jealous group of rogues. All I had left, my last shred of hope of sanity was the tiny white pup laying next to me. My father had caught a warning of the attack, which had turned out to be an ambush.
He and most every other strong wolf had been slaughtered. My mother saw her mating bite disappear along with every other mated wolf. She snatched Marina from her crib and pushed her into my arms. I was fifteen and Marina was a baby barely two. She had sent us ahead away from the fighting to wait for her and the others. They never came. The next morning i went looking for them. All I found was the remnants of my life. I had caught the sent other other wolves approaching a ran for it.