The Alpha

draft

Winter's body was freezing when she woke up, dressed in a black baggy sweatshirt and loose jeans. She looked up from her fetal position, only to be met with darkness. Completely different from the tight outfit she'd been wearing before. Her leather bag and her weapons were laying next to her on the forest floor.

Forest floor? The little nagging voice whispered in the back of her mind. She staggered to her feet in confusion, her hands groping the dark area cluelessly. She reached out, her hands hitting a wall.

Winter, there aren't any walls in a forest. That nagging little voice echoed. Yeah? Well there is one in this one! She stumbled back, fear enveloping her eyes as she somehow picked her bag up. The smell of rain took over her senses as a light suddenly lit exposing the figure before her. A breathless gasp escaped her lips as she took in the tall figure. "Y-you.. Y...your.. Jay.." Her quiet voice echoed off the trees of the vast forest.

Boy Winter, they finally dropped the dead weight didn't they? 
His eyes were like the depths of the ocean, the vast emptiness of space. His bare chest ,pale as the winter snow her feet tread over, was pressed against her flush body as he picked her up. He said nothing, her bag strung over his shoulder and her weapons clutched in her hands. He continued walking, seemingly to nowhere. She soon passed out in his arms, going limp and resting her head on his shoulder.