Wolfpire?

We ran until the sun went down, following the treeline. He was angry with me, that was for sure. I don't understand why.. He never get's so incredibly angry with me that we wont talk during our runs. Then again, I never tell him what I think..
Suddenly, he stops, smelling the air. I look to him, fear is plastered all over he's face.

"RUN Violet, RUN!" He screams, shaking down the forest. I run straight ahead, near the rock cliff. I can smell the rock, its not far away. I Run and Run until everything is almost a blur. Then I stop. My father is growling, I turn where he is cornered by 12 other Werewolves.

I stand still, as the Werewolves attack my father, pulling him and ripping him to pieces. I try to scream but I can't. My whole body is consumed with anger. I can't even growl. Their destroying my father and my body won't allow me to do anything. I watch as one Grey werewolves starts a fire and they begin throwing the pieces of him in. The sounds, I can't describe. I watch as my father, the only one I've known goes up in ashes.

Then, 12 pair's of eyes lay on me. In shock and awe..