Amelia was crouching beneath the log, her ears listening to the calm of the woodland and the air.

For the previous two weeks that she had been on the run, she was battling to remain alive after leaving her cabin.

Her hair was knotted, her clothes dusty and torn, and at best though her eyes were sunken as if she had no sleep at all.

It's entirely probable that she appeared to be all worn out, yet strangely, her eyes reflected the fire in her.

It was impossible to even try to count how many times she would beat them off, the werewolves combined with vampires appeared to be hunting...