Again, Trevor wanted to kick up his heels at the fact he’d be protecting his Alpha over the other two. It mattered. And it mattered that Chance chose to remain with Trevor in their search for Lindsey. They ran until darkness stole the light and a rumble shook the ground beneath them. Chance slowed to a stop, as if getting his bearings. Trevor didn’t know what it meant, a stampede of something huge or worse…an avalanche. Chance’s head rose at the same time Trevor caught the scent. Lindsey. His heart beat like a pump jack. Blood. Both wolves drove a path toward the rumble, working to stay atop the ever shifting snow. Another wolf slid past them, carried downward with the flow. Trevor didn’t recognize it; only that it was female. Trevor and Chance stayed on Lindsey’s scent, digging through the fluctuating, writhing white. Lindsey lay beneath them, buried in the snow. Trevor sensed her there. Finally, the white chaos came to an end. The fragile layers of icy crystals behaved.
