Winter was rather feebly trying to keep the other fae off her. She was exhausted. Hours of running and bleeding had left her like this. Vaguely the area around her seemed familiar. Where was she? It was few yards before she realized where she was. She was by Grim’s home and taking a chance she darted across the yard. Faylinn was close behind her. Tackling Winter to the ground, Faylinn’s hands were at her throat.