A/N: I wan't to say that APOV is NOT Alice. In the second chapter, it will explain.

I don't own anything, it belongs to several authors: Stephenie Meyer, Michael Scott and (later on) Cassandra Clare.

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APOV:

The darkness never scared me, only what lived in it. That was the motto that I needed in this world to survive. And right now, I was confronting one of the most terrifying creatures of the dark. I never had a fear like this; I could see every doubt that I ever had trough my whole existence. The time that my love was killed, and I could not do anything for it, the time I was introduced for this world… and it pissed me of. I don`t want to fear anything, I want others to fear me.

Darkness stood in front of me, I didn`t knew what it was; I only knew that I could feel a fear that shacked my bones, a fear that was edged in mankind's DNA.

-What are you going to do now, little human? – It asked

I could not answer. My thong was stuck in my mouth, unable to speak.

-Cut it out – another voice said – we are not here to talk, I just want the boy. Kill her.

I had heard those words a thousand times; lots of people had tried to kill me, but never succeeded. This was another thing; I was without my power, and alone. But not all hope was gone; I felt a little part in me that was still fighting, a part that never would give up. I was still a warrior.

LPOV:

-Come on, Leah, don't take it seriously

- Jump off a cliff, Jared – I said, annoyed

I didn't…. – He started

Sure, sure – I mumbled, not really paying attention. 200 meters in front of me, a black light was appearing. The light started to grow bigger and bigger as I approached. With the light, a strong smell of cinnamon appeared. The smell was so strong, that I sneezed.

-We are coming, stay where you are, and don't approach. – Of course I had to stay where I was; I was the weak one, the only werewolf-girl in the world.

The light was stronger, but it seemed to have stopped growing. And then, out of nothing, something felt with a bump.

APOV:

I felt trough the light, hitting some ground. I was almost unconscious, but I was out, out of the prison, away from the torture. I sensed blood. Was it mine? I couldn't feel anything, just my sent of cinnamon. I hear howling. Wolves? Where was I? A wolf stood in front of me. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see this, but I was curious, I was going to die now anyway, so why not see how? As I opened my eyes, a girl stood in front of me. Where was the wolf? Did she kill it? I really hope not, I loved animals, and it was only following its instincts.

-Help – I said, I wanted to say more, but I was tired, oh, so tired. I could sleep now, and wake up much, much later.