Pack territory was unfamiliar to her as she ran through the woods, her feet bare and her chest pounding as she vaulted over fallen trees and bushes full of thorns. Her palms caught onto branches as she flung herself feet into the air, landing nimbly onto moss and soil. Just a mile more. Just a mile, and then she could go home, back to her Granny and her Coven. Half a mile. Her lungs burned with cold air, bitten with snow. Quarter mile. Two hundred feet. Fifty feet; almost there- A hand snatched around her throat, halting her immediately in her tracks and turning her vision gray as she felt her throat threaten to give out. Panic seared into her mind as she clawed at the large hand around her delicate throat, dragging her away from the pack boundary with a heavy growl. "No!" She choked, reaching out and digging her nails into the bark of the nearest tree. "Give up, witch," Alpha Avea growled deeply into her hair, making her skin shiver with fear. "You are no longer part of the Coven. You belong to Black Moon Pack. You will obey."