White

The forest had gone quiet. Why had she not notice? Heart racing Gwen scanned her surrounding while moving slowly away from the carriage. The mare huffed and stomped her foot, uneasy. Crack, Gwen whipped her head to her left only to hear the deafening whir of an arrow too late as it hit her right shoulder. The arrow ripped through her shoulder sending her back and embedding itself to the side of the carriage. Hand on the arrow, Gwen pulled at it as her blood began dripping onto her hand and down her favorite cloak. Shit. It won’t budge! Whoever shot the arrow was extremely strong to send her flying and pinning her to the carriage with it.
Biting back a pained scream Gwen lifted her eyes to her attacker, flashing her little fangs in warning. Emerging from the forest six men, tall and equally muscled stepped out cautiously, arrows and swords at the ready. Breath caught in her throat, Gwen watched as they approached.