Not dead after all.

Elena's POV.

I have never felt this way before. The sharp shred of loneliness and deep pain.

I walked through the shadows of darkness on the wet grasses, heading to nowhere because my mind was blank.

It was already late, aside from the pack members, I knew nobody and had no external relationship.

I clenched my hands on my arms, pressing the cloak on my body as the cold was unbearable.

"Where are we going to?" Narla's voice came up and I cleared my throat, closing my eyes briefly. What does she expect from me? I was as confused as she is.

"I don't know," I mumbled.

Everything happened within the blink of an eye. As much as it was unbelievable and hurting, I just had to accept the bitter truth and my ill fate.

"Who's there!" Suddenly, a hoarse frightening voice startled me and I stopped walking, turning back immediately.

"Is someone there?" I managed to mutter.

"I should be asking you lovely bitch what you are doing all by yourself in this forest." The fat disgusting-looking man groane