Alice was absolutely shocked by the savagery that was displayed during the kill. She didn't feel any sympathy for him, but she worried that perhaps she had lost her only chance at escaping Louis. When the scruffy looking man approached, she looked between the other two. One was a mountain of a man, and she'd seen him rip out the hunter's throat. The other was smaller but handsome, and the man who had done the most beating was a rather ragged, but young, looking man.<br/><br/>When they spoke, they didn't say anything about Louis, and she knew that the lycan wouldn't have kept them from telling her, as he'd assume she'd be glad to be rescued. These weren't from Louis, but they might have their own sinister plan. She couldn't trust men, let alone male lycans.<br/><br/>However, she did want to talk to them like a human being, and she was confident they weren't going to kill her...yet.<br/><br/>After a whimpered wounded dog cry, she shifted. Within seconds, the white wolf was gone and Alice Highland stood in its place. She was wearing a torn light blue dress, as Louis insisted that women dress like women...if they were dressed at all. She was barefoot, as she'd lost her shoes in the forest long ago. Her red curls were tangled, but they fell in waves down her back. Her large turquoise eyes were the same as the wolf's, and they watched the men carefully. Her skin was almost as pale as the white fur, but part of the translucent quality was due to blood loss. Her rosebud mouth spoke with a surprisingly smooth voice from such a feminine looking girl.<br/><br/>"Who are you? Did Louis send you? Tell him that I'd...I'd rather die than go back to him."<br/><br/>She looked at the hunter's body.<br/><br/>"If there is still a bullet in there, and you are planning on taking me back to Rainier, I demand that you allow me to take my own life. I won't go back to him. I won't."<br/><br/>She was babbling, but she was firm. However, her voice faltered as the wound in her side throbbed and bled some more. The silver was preventing it from healing, and it burned horribly. She had a high tolerance for pain, but she knew the wound itself would kill her soon. The silver was already in her blood system.