guess I can’t let you two go by yourselves.” Dante and Dustin both smiled at her.
“Good, now lets go before it's too late!” Dante yelled as they took off out of the cave.
 

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Chapter 2:
Tragedy

“Dante where the heck are we?!” an annoyed Angel yelled to Dante.
“I’m not sure, we’ve never been this far away from the den before!” He replied.
“Wait! I think I just heard something!” Dustin suddenly said. They all stopped and listened to everything going on around them, trying to pick up even the faintest of sounds.
“I don’t hear anything.”
“Wait, I got something!” Angel said abruptly. She had always been the one with the best hearing, marking her as a potential tracker or scout at an early age.
“What is it?” Dustin asked her.
“It sounds like a lot of growling and teeth clashing, and i can also hear some cries," She replied.
"That must be where the battles at!” Dante shouted.
“Come on, we got to go help them!” Dustin yelled, taking off in the direction that Angel had pointed out.


They all burst through some undergrowth, and were shocked at the scene that they had stubbled upon. Wolves everywhere were fighting. At least, the ones left alive were anyway. The rest were all corpses on the ground. Blood stained almost every inch of snow around them. Chunks of bloody flesh were scattered here and there, bits of fur left in patches on some. And the smell was fowl.
But the worst shock was what they found amongst the piles of bodies.
Dante and Dustin were walking around looking for their parent’s bodies, praying to the good spirits that they wouldn't find either of them amongst the mutilated remains of both fallen enemy and friend, and being sure to stay out of site of any wolf that went by.
A sudden scream pierced the air.
“That was Angel!” Dustin yelled, worry obvious in his voice.
“Come on!” Dante yelled to his brother, taking off in the direction it had come from.


They found her shaking and crying on a patch of snow away from the all the casualties   casccccccccc of the battle. “Angel! What’s wrong?!” Dante asked her with a worried tone.
“O-o-v-ver th-th-there!” she managed to choke out through her tears.
“Dustin, you stay here and try to comfort Angel. I’m going to go see what she’s talking about,” Dante said.
“Ok,” Dustin replied as he walked over to Angel, laid down beside her, and began licking her head and neck, trying his best to calm her down.
Dante walked over to where Angel had said she found whatever had shaken her so badly. When he finally saw what she was talking about, he immediately threw up at the sight of it, losing everything he had had for breakfast that day and nearly breaking down into tears himself.
He decided to go get Dustin, he needed to see this too.
When he got back he was relived to see that Dustin had calmed Angel down enough to stop her shaking, but she still had some tears in her eyes.
“Dustin, I think you need to come see this,” Dante told him.
“What?! No, I’m not goin’ back there!” Angel cried out.
“Don’t worry Angel. You do need to come with us, but you don’t have to see that again.” Dante told her. She sniffled a few times and hesitantly said ok.


As they approached what Angel, and now Dante, had both seen, he told Angel to wait for them on a spot close to where they were, but where she couldn’t see the sight.
When Dustin saw what the other two had seen, his breath caught, his heart pounding against his ribs as he finally pulls in a shakey breath to cry out.
“OH MY GOD!”
Then he, too, threw up, also losing everything he had had for breakfast. Tears began to well up in his eyes.
What lay in front of them was the two cadavers of their mother and babysitter Brook.
What had made them both throw up was that their mothers side had been torn wide open, and you could see all the organs inside. Some were even spilled onto the ground. And on Brook, their babysitter and best friend, her head was twisted into a very odd angle, her neck very obviously to them all had been broken in a most likely, very unpleasant way. The thing that upset them the most, or at least upset Dante quite  largely, was blood still oozing from some several cuts and gashes that covered each of their bodies, showing that they both hadn't even been killed that long ago.
They had been too late to do anything, quite possibly even by a single minute.


“No—no--no, NOOOOO!” Dustin screamed, trying to hold back his tears with little success. Dante couldn’t take seeing his brother this way. It was enough to make him burst into tears along with him, even though he already had tears falling from his face.
He went over to go try and comfort him.
“Dustin I…” Dante started, but was interrupted by him.
“It’s my fault”, he mumbled.
“What?” Dante asked, not quite catching it the first time.
“It’s my fault!” he yelled this time.
“What? No it’s not Dustin. It’s not your fault! None of us had any idea what was happening!" he paused for a moment, trying to persuade himself along with his brother that what he was saying was true. He also felt like it was own his fault that they had arrived only just in time to find their mother and beta dead on the ground. Freshly killed.
He took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh before continuing. "Look, we all die eventually, and now was just their time to go.” Dante tried to assure him, actually making himself cry a little harder with that last statement.
“But if I had been there I could have done something! I just know I could have!”
“If you had been here, you would have died too!” Dante yelled back.
“So? I don’t care. Like you said, I would’ve died for them if it might’ve saved them!” Dustin countered.
Dante didn’t know what to say after that. “And now they’re both DEAD!” Dustin screamed as he ran off into the woods. In the opposite direction of home.
“Dustin! Wait!” Dante yelled after him.
Dustin ignored him, and kept running.
"Dante! What’s the matter?! What happened?!" Angel asked running up to him, worry finding it's way into her voice. "I heard you two arguing and then you told Dustin to wait!”
Dante didn’t say anything, he just turned around and buried his head in Angel’s chest, sobbing now. She was startled at seeing her older brother breaking down and crying into her fur. She slowly looked up from Dante in the direction Dustin had just taken and saw paw prints in the snow, leading off into the woods. She understood then after she saw the prints and sighed, then whispered to herself, "Dustin, where are you going?” She then laid her head on Dante’s and started sobbing along with him, wishing her brother would come back.

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Chapter 3:
 More Hurt

Dante and Angel were walking through the woods in the same direction Dustin had taken a little while earlier, but with no intention of finding him, they both knew that he’d be too far gone by now to go try and find him, it would be pointless. They also had no intention of going back home, considering that they thought everyone in their whole pack was dead, except Dustin and each other.
They were still upset about what had just happened a few minutes ago with him and didn’t say anything to each other for a while, until Dante finally broke the silence.
“Man I’m hungry!” he said.
“I know, I am too, but neither of us know how to hunt.” Angel pointed out.
“Well…how hard could it be?” Dante said while eyeing a few mice running around. He got into an awkward stalking stance and after watching them for a few more seconds bolted towards them. “Come here dinner!” he yelled at them.
After a few minutes of this with no success, he gave up.
It wasn’t that Dante lacked the skills to hunt, he was fast, he could make quick, sharp turns and he could sneak up on just about anything. It was just that, no one had ever taught him how to hunt the right way.


“Awww, what’s the matter? Is Dante out of breath already?” Angel teased.
“Yes!” Dante yelled back at her, panting. He then noticed that Angel had two mice trapped under her paw.
“Hey! How’d you get those?!”
“Easy,” she said simply.
“But I thought you said you didn’t know how to hunt?” Dante asked, confused.
“Yeah I know, but I lied.”
“Oooook, why?"
“To annoy you of course,” she said happily.
“Why didn’t I see that one coming?” Dante asked sarcastically, and clearly annoyed.
“Ok, ok, so you remember all those times you went to go hang out with all your friends?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, every time you weren’t around me

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