<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: vivaldi;">Alice</span></span><br/><br/>(http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e99/pixiechanicons/natalya4/150.png)<br/><br/>Alice had been laying down to recover, and she gradually woke up more fully. Groaning, she yawned and tried to make sense of the situation. Unaware of the fight outside, she made plans for what she would do after she was healed. Hopefully, being a lycan would shorten the recovery time a great deal.<br/><br/>She would have Rich give her a ride into the nearest town, and from there she would catch a bus to the only place she could remember as a young human girl. Perhaps she could say she was a distant cousin of the Highland's. She could then get a job...a real human job...and start a new life. She wouldn't look for romance, as she didn't trust men at all. However, maybe she could actually live normally...albeit a bit lonely.<br/><br/>When it was obvious she wasn't growing older, she'd simply move to another town. Maybe she could actually make something of her life. Go to college, get a degree...maybe get a few degrees. Smiling, she decided that the hunters may have given her a life. Since she survived, she could move on, and if Louis was still around, she'd be stuck as a miserable mate with an abusive and overbearing Alpha male.<br/><br/>After a while, she heard grunts, yelling and the tell-tale sounds of a lycan fight outside. Although she wasn't sure why, she didn't want Rich to be hurt. It took her a while, but she managed to sit up and then stand slowly. Holding her side, her torn...but stitched together...dress covered her body and she walked slowly to the door. Opening it, she saw the large and frightening lycan fighting Rich. Gasping, she closed the door and went onto the porch. She doubted they'd hear her, but she had to try.<br/><br/>"What's going on? Stop it!"<br/>