Lost

Her breathing was rapid and her hands were trembling with fear, covered in dirt, with the thought that she would die here, alone. The blood slowly trickled down her leg, messy crimson contrasting with her pale skin. She was completely helpless, and if the blood loss didn't kill her, surely the biting cold would.

It wasn't soon until she fell unconscious.

When Lily's family was killed eight years ago, she'd frantically run out to the woods, where her memories became blurred by the presence of a wolf, a comfort she still wasn't sure was real. The only thing the memory had left her with was a silver streak in her hair. Something she hadn't seen in any other living human being (not one that was natural, anyway).

Until Hunter showed up.