I won't accept that I will die here. Not choking on my own blood on the side of a hill with an antler tine buried in my chest. This wasn't going to be how my parents would find me. I was strong, I was stubborn, I was a damn Beta in my pack and one hell of a she-wolf. No, I was going to make it. I'm not quitting. No one was even looking for me. Without help, I'll be dead by morning. This story is dedicated to those who went to war and left a part of them on the battlefield.