Alice was stunned and horrified. Oh God. Somehow Louis had survived and was coming after her. After all, she knew those howls were lycan. None were her mate, but that was the only explanation. He must have sent a group to take her back, and he probably thought he was saving her. Suddenly, a silver bullet to the brain sounded like the best idea she had ever had. Surely death had to be better than another century with him. She didn't have more time to consider this before hell broke loose.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Lazarus screamed in agony and curled toward his broken...or rather, crushed...hand.<br/><br/>"What the hell? I thought we'd killed the last of you Rainier bastards."<br/><br/>Surely these weren't from a different pack, as they'd been scouting around. Had he chased the female that far away? He groaned in pain and tried to stand up.<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>Alice looked up and saw a man, but he was obviously lycan. His smell, movements, everything. Was he sent by Louis? What were the odds that another pack would have found her. They couldn't be there to help her, and therefore they must be there to take her back. She'd die before she returned to that hell.<br/><br/>She continued to bare her teeth and growl with the hair standing up. The wound continued to bleed, but she was determined to never go back. Lycan males only wanted mating, and she couldn't even produce children. It was pointless, and if she were a human, she would be nearing death anyway. Maybe it was just time to go...if the lycans didn't leave her alone, that is.