I wake to the clicking of my teeth as I shiver. Over the night our fire had gone out and frost had spread across the ground.

I hated the cold, but right now there was nothing I could do but blow my weakening fire on my hands. It wasn't strong enough to make a campfire, let alone warm me for long.

"Get up, let's move," Michael said. I couldn't see him, but I could hear the earth crunching under his feet.

He kicked me in the leg and dropped something over my head. I quickly pulled it off and saw it was a thick coat. I slipped it on as I sat up.

"Where'd you get these?" I asked, eyeing Michael. It was unlike him to steal something, or even risk paying for it now.

He ignored me and I looked towards Reilly who only shrugged in response. I rolled my eyes and stood, grabbing my pack.

Michael didn't even bother to wait for us. He marched out into the forest at a quick pace and didn't look back. I trudged along behind, still trying to wake up and warm up.

After a long walk we made it through The Valley and to the edge of the mountain. I would have been thrilled to dig my nails into the stone and run up it's surface, but it was covered with snow.

"We're walking up. There's no shifting after the chaos of yesterday." I could feel his eyes on me and I sighed sadly.

It wasn't hard to tell he was still angry with me. Getting out of their way, I ran ahead trudging through the snow in my thick boots. I was glad they were waterproof. Reilly had prepared better than I realized.

I could hear them talking behind me in whispers. Of course after I walk off they start talking about me. Typical.

"You know she burned her diary and her mom's hairbrush for you, right?" Reilly said suddenly, louder than his previous whispers.

"She what!?" Michael whisper-yelled.

I felt a pang in my chest. The memories of last night flooded my brain and I wanted to cry. I regretted doing it, but I knew it would keep us safer.

They continued to whisper and I ran ahead further not wanting or caring to hear what they were saying. I could care less what they thought about me anymore. They were the only family I had left, but they acted like total dicks all the time.

Within two hours we had trekked to the mountains' peak and we could see the larger of the Rocky Mountains to the west and the valley to the east. Just one hundred yards away was a dip in the mountain, flat enough to resemble a field.

I ran ahead as fast as I could, so I would have enough time to make a snowman before Reilly and Michael caught up. I didn't like the winter, but I could still make the best of it.

Crouching in the snow, I began making a small snowball, and then I pushed it through the surrounding fluff, building it's size.

I was on the second snowball when Michael and Reilly approached, annoyed looks on their faces.

"Quinn, what the hell are you doing?"

"Building a snowman. What the fuck does it look like?" I asked, mad that they were already pissing me off again.

"You're so weird," Reilly said, bending down and shuffling his hands through the snow.

I continued building the snowman, now working in its head, when an icy ball of snow hit my face. I fell backwards and screamed, trying to get the burning cold off of my face.

"REILLY!" I screamed, charging towards him as soon as I had gotten the snow off of my face.

"Quinn I swear it wasn't me!" Reilly yelled, shaking his hands and backing up.

I pulled back my foot and kicked him in the chest, throwing him to the ground. Grabbing his jacket I pulled him up, as he groaned in pain.

"What was that you said?" I asked, pretending I hadn't heard him.

Suddenly another snowball hit my head and fell into my coat, making me shriek from the cold.

"Michael!" I screamed, turning around. He stood with a wide smirk on his face. "I can't believe you! You are so–"

"Shhhh!" Reilly yelled, standing up quickly, and kicking me in the shin.

I followed Reilly's gaze to the edge of the plateau in the mountain where it curved up in a steep slope. There were two men standing there.

"What do we do?" I whispered, looking at them from the corner of my eye.

"I'm not sure. They don't seem like executioners, but you can never be sure anymore."

Michael shifted on his feet, I could practically feel his nervousness in the air. Reilly too. If these were executioners they were oddly alone and very outnumbered.

"Walk slowly," Michael whispered, as the two began to walk towards us.

The closer they got the more I saw their fiery red hair and my stomach fluttered with joy. Before Michael could stop me, I bounded forward, excited to meet more of my kind.

But as soon as I was within five feet of them I realized something wasn't right. They smelled off and their hair was an odd red, if that made any sense. The roots of their hair were dark. Their hair was fake.

"Quinn!" Reilly whisper-yelled.

I immediately sprung in the air, throwing myself backwards until I was again in line with Michael and Reilly. They were tense and grew tenser as fangless smiles sprung on the two men's faces.

"Well, well, look what we have here," the left one said, stopping where they stood. "Three Bloodwings. The boss will be exhilarated."

Within the blink of an eye, they had each brought two pistols from inside their jackets, and pointed them at us.

"BARREL!" I yelled, signaling Reilly and Michael to perform one of our planned escapes. They each would look around to the sides and I would barrel in from the front.

Leaping in the air, I threw myself forward and ran between the two men so fast it threw them to the ground as Michael and Reilly hit them from the sides.

Then we sprinted toward the other side of the plateau, eager to make it up the mountain and over the other side.

As I reached the mountains edge, a bullet flew past my ear, making me stumble to the side and bump into Reilly. He shoved me back line in kind of a get-your-own-space and a be-careful way. But as he shoved me back, I fell back into the line of fire and the bullet sliced my hip.

I screamed, I fell, crashing back down the mountain as another bullet found its way into my arm. Throwing my good arm out, I tried to stop myself from falling, but it only hurt more.

Finally, I landed back in the clearing with a thud. Craning my neck I could see Michael and Reilly charging back down the mountain. But it was too late, the two men had grabbed me by my arms and started dragging me away.

The whirring of a helicopter met my ears and I panicked, ripping my arms away from the men, I trying to drag myself through the snow. I could barely move with the bullets digging into my hip and arm.

Reaching out toward Michael who was still so far away, a boot collided with my head and I face planted in the snow.