A few hours ago standing in utter silence a family stared at a handheld radio with a mixture of hatred and despair. Something had happened to the device or the tower that was blocking their signal. They could not call for help, they stared on in their horror for a few moments more before they were jolted out of their misery by an angry yell and the sound of the device smashing against a tree. Isaac gasped for breath, his throat screaming in protest at his cry of anger. His mother stared at him before clearing her throat sparing a small glance at the device and noted in relief that it was somewhat still intact. She clapped her hands together to gain the attention of the others. “If we can’t call for help then we go and get it,” she stated as a matter of factly. “That will take too long, by the time we pack up it will already be nightfall, and who’s to say the sheriff will be willing to talk to us in the middle of the night, that’s if we somehow get back to town before tomorrow!” Isa

Sheriff John Dalton had his hands full with a worried and frantic woman named Jean Winters. He had been dealing with her since she had nearly kicked down his door this morning at dawn. He understood that the woman was frantic to find her daughter before the freeze set in but there was only so much the man could do. His wife had been a saint at helping soothe a bit of the mother’s worry, but even that had not lasted long. He had to ensure the locals did not stumble upon the pack’s territory whilst still looking for the girl wherever they could. Of course, he had brought up asking them for help locating the girl, but Jean had outright refused. The pack didn’t know about Jeffery’s passing or the fact that they had returned to Black pines. Unknown to the rest of the Winters family the sheriff had known the worried brunette most of his life, having been born and raised here, in the quaint little town of Black Pines. Of course, she hadn’t changed since he had first met her as a child and a

The wrong direction indeed … When Alexa woke from the slumber, she didn’t know she had fallen into, she was startled to see the sun had risen and that it had already begun to snow. This meant that the temperature would already begin to drop and that she had to get out of this forest if she was going to survive. The redhead was relieved to see the fire she had built late in the night had lasted the rest of the night while she had slumbered. But she was distressed to see that it had begun to die. She shivered as the last of the embers died out, leaving her without her only heat source. She found that she had been relying on those small flames she had mustered a little more than she thought. Of course, she had not expected it to start snowing sometime during the night. Her exposed arm began to burn as it was exposed to the cold, and she shivered. Alexa was concerned that if she didn’t start moving again soon, she would slowly freeze to death. The eighteen-year-old knew her only chance

The next sunrise had Aiden felt extremely at peace as he slowly drifted back into the waking world. The young adult felt his muzzle begin nuzzling the small warmth he had wrapped his body around. He buried his long snout deeper into wild lilies and felt his soul sigh in contentment. It took the werewolf a few moments for him to remember where he was and what, or rather whom, it was that he was nuzzling. Suddenly as if he had been doused with ice-cold water the wolf’s head shot up away from the body beneath him, amber eyes snapping open with panic. Aiden quickly found himself filled with relief that the woman he had wrapped himself around was still sound asleep. With a quick scan of the area where she had set up her camp, he began searching for any signs of danger or threat that may be lurking in the trees just beyond the wolf’s excellent sight. He found none. The golden-eyed wolf knew that if he were to successfully detangle himself without her becoming aware of his presence then h

Disappointment was beginning to feel all too familiar to Alexa, that and frustration as Alexa couldn’t help but feel disappointed when she once again woke up to the silver snow-covered trees. She was beginning to get sick of the frost covered trees, whose bare branches reached up like bony fingers searching for a sliver of sunlight. Begging for the warmth she too wished she could reach. An urge that she could match herself as she felt her frostbitten fingers begin to burn when she reached out toward the fire. A fire that was miraculously still burning even after a full night’s worth of snow. The days had all blended together and she had lost count of them, her thoughts were hard to keep straight she could have been here a week, a few days or even a month and she would have no way of knowing her sense of time lost to the injury her head had suffered. The redheaded twin couldn’t understand how she survived so long in this icy weather, feeling her body burn with a fever she didn’t kno