Luke was so freaked, a scream fizzed into his throat that he just as quickly bottled behind clamped teeth. The green eyes belonged to a honking huge gray-white wolf. Heart pounding, he swiveled right, dragging his light over a curving meander-and froze when two green coins flared alongside the silver oval of a face. The last thing he needed to run into was a hungry wolf. As in, not long ago.Ĭonsidering that, all of a sudden, he was glad for the guard and his gun. That print was bigger than his hand, and fresh. From the prints, at first glance, he thought: wolf. Probably an animal had disturbed the snow as it stepped past. Puzzled, he turned the beam back and saw two things: snow heaped around a rock where all the rest nearby were still covered, and a trio of animal prints. As the beam flickered past a splotch of slush, he spotted something that only registered when his light had already skimmed past.
Carefully picking his way over stones and scrims of ice, Luke fanned the light over the sparse snow along the stream’s edge, looking for a safe spot where he wouldn’t wind up wet.
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