She was worried for a moment that she had come too late, as he didn't seem to be responding. She barely heard a quiet whisper, but it sounded like...<em>Jen.</em>She frowned and realized that he was not a feral beast...at least, not right now. His voice was lost and sad, almost pitiful, and Alice wanted to comfort him somehow. She knew one thing, though, and that was that she could not help him here. She could try to carry him, but she wasn't sure how well that would work with her healing side.<br/><br/>She felt his body shudder, and she figured that was a good sign. The groan was a good sign. When his hand came up, she leaned down further so he could see her better, although the sun around her like a halo probably distorted her visage somewhat. She finally saw his eyes open more fully, and she smiled. He was alive. As his dirty and bloody fingers brushed her cheek, she listened closely so she could hear his faint words.<br/><br/>"You're in the forest, somewhere in Washington. I'm Alice."<br/><br/>She knew she had to ask him.<br/><br/>"What pack are you with?"<br/><br/>However, that question went unanswered as she heard the growl. It was the same growl she had heard whenever someone would threaten Louis. Turning with her hair standing on end on the back of her neck, her bright turquoise eyes narrowed at the wolf, and she faced him without backing away. A low growl came up from her throat, and she was prepared to shift into her wolf form if need be. This injured man didn't need to die, and if there was another male lycan challenging him, then that might be the result. What was all this aggression over? Surely it couldn't be over her...could it? She knew females were rare, but she had never been allowed out long enough to see the men's desperation before.<br/><br/>Her red curls cascaded down her back, and her pretty face was set in stone. Speaking to the wolf, she was firm.<br/><br/>"Who are you? Shift back."<br/><br/>