A Wolves Tail

In the begining

It was a cold winter night, with the icy wind blustering through the air
In a small cave in the north a small pup cried out in pain and suffering
The sound of growls and snarls filled the air shortly followed by yelps and cries...

-- shadows P O V --
I burst out of the cave into the freezing cold of the arctic wind ,I struggled through the deep snow, I couldn't see a thing through the blizzard.In my steps the snow was stained a deep red from my bleeding wounds. I continued to run even though the throbbing in pain in my leg.
I felt a piecing pain in my side and everything slowed down I felt a sudden burst of rage my fur changed, from a pure white to a deep black and a white underbelly. Two great wings sprouted from my back my eyes faded from an icy blue to a deep crimson I turned and saw my father looking at me in fear, I thought- He was the one who hurt me HE did this to me -
The snow around me began to melt a my crimson eyes went blood red I whispered some words I had never heard of before and a great spirit came from my body, a dragon as big as the grate volcano then it lunged at my father and everything went black.
-narrators POV -
The small pup had passed out from the great events that had just occurred but what she didn't realise was that this wasn't the end...... it was only the beginning of something much bigger...