from Colorado to Georgia. I’m not from Colorado or Denver though, I’mfrom Britain, mum had a Job offer from the American side of the companyshe worked for, and so she took. On what would be a twenty hour journeyby car had taken me four days from bus rides and walking. That was onlyrecently though, I had been prowling the streets of America for well overfive months just drifting from town to town, stat to state in what seemedlike a haze. I tried not to feel, to keep all emotions locked down tight. Thatwas the worst way to deal with grief or so I had been told, because whenyou least expect it, it will sneak up on you and bite you on your arse whenyou least expect it.It was in the middle of the winter in Mountains and snow was fallingheavily, I wrapped my sleeping bag around me and looked down. It was along drop if I fell down, I had decided that it was safer to crash up a treerather than on the forest floor where any sort of predator could hunt me if I wanted. I had given up on finding the town where my father and familyhis lived three days ago when I had ran out of all my money and food.Over the past couple of days I had never felt so weak in my entire life. Asthe temperatures plummeted I was sure I was at risk of hypothermia, Ihadn’t been able to have any food since I had arrived in the forest. I hadfound a river though which had supplied my with a good wash and waterto drink from, no matter how cold he water was I was glad to be clean.With my duffle bag on the branch below mine, I listened as the wolf’s howlfinished and let sleep drag me into darkness, hoping there wouldn’t benightmares.************************************* The sense of someone beside me penetrated my sleep. I thought at firstthat my senses were just confused from my sleep induced haziness butthen I heard voices. Male voices. Oh My God, I commanded my body to bestill, not knowing what they would do to me if I was awake. How did theyget up the tree, I had chosen this one because it had been so difficult toclimb and I had had to use my extra strength from my wolf to get upthere.“What state is she in Christian?” someone asked, the voice was deep andsounded far away I presumed whoever had spoken was on the ground.“Not good. I think she is suffering from hypothermia, not severely, but herpulse is slow, I can’t tell how badly. I don’t think she’s eating in a whileeither.” This voice sounded younger like he was next to me or above me. Iwasn’t paying attention to their words though; I was too panicked aboutmy discovery.