A/N: Hello my darlings! Before you scroll down, BIG ANNOUNCEMENT! I know it's been sometime since I last updated. And I'm not going to whittle on with some excuse and just be blunt with this, I haven't had the time. It's as simple as that. I've already deleted a story because I've completely lost my faith, muse and interest in it and when I've broached the subject of continuing the story with what follows it has, no one has replied. Which in turn seems to be the route most of my stories will be taking from here on out.

Of course, I love the feedback and loyalty of my readers and follows that keep popping back to the stories, I can see that, I check my e-mail inbox most mornings and take delight in that, even with most of my stories going without being updated for sometime, I still have people reading my work, enjoying it enough and hoping that I will update soon, thus hitting that favourite and/or follow button on either myself or my stories.

It brings a smile to my face and brightens my day. Now, first things first, I've decided to change a little bit of the story, just a little, my muse has been teasing me and the change has been sitting on my mind for sometime now. As it stands the the chapters that I have up, will evidently change but I am keeping it as close to the original story as possible. I'm keeping our beloved Lily just the way her amazing self is.

You already know that the story works with flashbacks. That's how I will be telling her story, whilst she's in the present. The present is actually going to be during the time of the Riders of the wild hunt. Without giving too much away all I can say is, to watch out for some family bonding, pack bonding, some love/hate situations, a few love triangles, some serious Peter bashing and few other bits and pieces. For those who are familiar with the story already, don't worry, I'm doing grammar checks with the first few chaps and the will be right back up soon, but get ready for a little surprise, for those of you who are new and given this a go, enjoy the ride.

I will ask a little something from you, and some may think that I'm asking too much but would you's all be my little rays of sunshine and let me know what you all think please? Should I continue with the story or begrudgingly say farewell to Lilliana? Of course, please give this feedback with this newly edited chapters in mind.

I hope you enjoy this as much as I have. Love ya's!

Walking Through The Flames.

Prologue

'A gasp escapes my mouth. And then against my control, so does a howl. My whole body is fizzling with dying flames that are licking at my skin. The green glow of the flames is a further reminder of where I've just escaped from. This is the consequences. I'm used to pain but not on a level like this. And that makes me worry.

What about Stiles? The though enters my mind and I freeze. Did he follow me through? No, please no!

A shudder escapes my lips as my body seizes as another spike of pain charges through it. My body is healing. Just too slowly. I have to move though. No matter how much it hurts. They need me.

However tying to make my body move through the pain proves to be more effort than I thought. Yet then again, I did just barrel my way through a supernatural portal that was meant to keep me in, not let me out. A few agonizing minutes later, I manage to stand, just. I can still hear my skin and hair crackling under the burns that are still sizzling with heat, the flames now extinguished but I can't think of that now.

"Where the hell am I?" I whisper, my voice hoarse and the very words savagely scrape at my throat like razor blades. I sniff the air but my senses are so overwhelmed that I can't lock onto any scents to pinpoint where about's in Beacon Hill's that I am. "Ah!" I whimper as another ripple of pain courses through my body, closing my eyes I take a moment, to calm myself, center myself. And then my ears pick up a sound, the crunching of leaves and twigs. Someone is here. Or is it something? Snapping my eyes open in the direction it came from, I will my body to heal faster. I try shifting, but my body is using all of my energy to heal itself that it can't spare any of it to allow to shift into my beta form. "Shit." From under the light of the moon, it is only then that I'm able to pick up a shadow. It looks human enough but I'm not falling for that again. Who ever it is must've heard my howl. It wasn't a call for help but I couldn't masked the pain in it. It knows I'm weak and defenseless. It's like battling the Beast all over again. I'm still partially hidden by the tree I'm leaning on, it's not the thickest or oldest of trees though and my bad decision at picking this ones comes back to bite me in the ass. As it decides to creak from under my weight. The creature behind the shadow hears it immediately and i'ts head swivels in my direction. "No!" I whisper and my voice holds my fear as it wavers. I try to move but it's taken enough of my strength just to keep upright.

This is it. This is the end. This is my fate.

I watch as the creature moves forward, coming out from under the canopy of the trees and I almost collapse at who it is. He's here. There he stands. Tall. Strong. And radiating with power. And staring right at me, with a longing look. One that I've only ever witnessed directed at pretty much everybody else. Never at me. Until now. His gaze burns through me, it warms me. Fills me with relief, joy and hope. There's a glint in his eyes too; recognition. I almost burst from the emotions, happiness being the main one. The relief to know that the Rider's influence wasn't strong enough to erase me from his memory, at least not all of me, is palatable. His human side may have forgotten me, but his other side, could remember.

"Lily." His voice carries across the clearing and it takes everything in me not to collapse.

His eyes suddenly glow, alighting with with the very colour of the flames that generates from his body. And it is then that I feel it, an indescribable urge. My whole body vibrates with an energy I've never experienced before and it makes me forget all about the pain but I don't have time to process the feeling because he walks towards at such a fast rate, that in one blink he's meters away for me, the next I feel his flames licking at my skin. Feel the heat, his heat, seep into my pores. We both know the flames don't hurt me. I inhale through my nose, his scent is filling my senses as his very being calms me But he grabs harshly. And I'm confused for a moment, maybe he doesn't remember after all. But then there's a burning sensation swirling around me as his flames engulf me. Burning away the leftover energy from the portal. Burning the pain it's inflicting on me, the memory of it. Marking me as his. And it's then that I know it, that I've been saved. By him, the Hellhound.'

They say if you're going through hell, to just keep walking.

Even if everyone else can see that you're going through it. Keep walking. Because whether you ask for it or not, not everyone is strong enough to help.

Sometimes you've got to get through this on your own.

Unless, there is someone, who is willing to sacrifice themselves for you. Someone who won't think twice about the pain, the suffering or the fire they have to walk through to save you, because they know you've done it too. And you can do anything.

That someone, is one in a billion. And if you happen to have someone who is selfless enough to do something like that for you, then never let them go.

Because I'll tell you this, I've walked far enough through Hell to know that sometimes walking isn't enough. You have to run. Even if it feels like you've been running for forever. Keep going. Don't give up. Even when you want to give up. Keep going. If the end is in sight and yet not close enough for you to grasp it. Keep going. Because if you stop, there's no going back.

I've walked through the fire and I've gotten burned.

I've told myself that I've no hope. I still fought on.

I kept the monsters at bay.

At least I thought I did. Someday's it felt like the monsters were only in my head but that all changed, when I stupidly agreed to follow my cousin and his best friend, they lead me somewhere that I can never return from. Everything changed that night, some people might say it changed me for the better, some may say it was for the worst.

As for me it didn't matter what they said because those monsters, they are no longer in my head.

They are here, with me and very much real. But far more different to what I imagined.

They walk beside us, they work with us, they hide in plain sight, behind faces of people we know, even those that we love.

And when I say monsters, I mean the ones that go bump in the night. The old fish wives tales. Infamous scary stories. Even the stuff of legend. People will believe what they want to.

Either way they are real and it feels like I've been thrown backwards dragged back down to hell. But you'd think that after being through hell once already, that a walk-through Beacon Hills Preserve would be like a literally walk in the park.

Wrong.

It was simply another form of hell.

My name is Lillianna Burkehart.

This is my story, my life, of how I've walked through hell and was saved by a Hellhound.

Ooooh what do we think of that? I think its a right little teaser this one!