Alice stumbled through the woods, holding her torn dress up to cover any embarrassing parts. She was hurt and in pain, as well as completely alone. Well, except for the hunter who was following her. She was the only survivor from a hunter ambush on her pack near Mt. Rainier National Park. They had been discovered by a fanatical group of "Werewolf Hunters," and her pack had been mowed down with silver bullets.<br/><br/>The only reason she'd survived was the fact that Louis, her mate and the Alpha, had kept her under lock and key, hidden away from the world. She had been in a secret cell in the basement of the large isolated house that her pack shared. When she heard the commotion, she managed to break the door down and find out what happened. She found her pack massacred. Shocked, she didn't notice that one hunter had remained behind. Luckily he had run out of silver bullets, but he still tried to kill her. Running away, she knew he was still following her, although now she was within miles of the campground shared by Rich and his pack members. Right now she had taken cover in a cave, bleeding and exhausted. She was almost ready to give up, as the hunter was moving closer.<br/><br/>Her red curls were a bit messy, and her pale skin was streaked with dirt. Her large turquoise eyes were wide with wariness, and her curvy body was half revealed in sections by the tears in her green dress. She looked a mess, but she was still beautiful if you looked past the dirt and blood.<br/><br/>She was hungry, but it was difficult for her to shift into her wolf form when she was this weak, so she ended up eating berries and such...although she knew she'd need meat soon.<br/><br/>She was finally allowing herself to sleep, but little did she know the hunter was moving closer.