Considering his injuries and the dangerous driving conditions, it was a miracle they’d made it here alive. Beyond the headlights and the blowing snow, she could barely make out the image of a small log home. The surrounding forest encompassed it, and the snow all but made it disappear in places. She made out a small porch, a stone fireplace and could tell it was one-story. The place had a sinister, deserted atmosphere, and Nina wished she knew where she was. The snow had ruined the visibility, and she hadn’t been able to see beyond the headlights. If Kane Van Cleave died of blood loss, she’d die with him because she’d never find her way back in this blizzard. She glanced over at him. He was barely conscious. He didn’t have control over his shifting, and his head shimmered in and out of lion form. His hands, too. But his body remained human. He was leaning on the steering wheel, a blur of man, then beast, then man again. It was like watching a broken horror flick. “If you value your life, you’ll stay away from me when I change and do exactly as I say,”
