Daniel turned. At first, there was nothing but the roaring white. Then—a shape, unmoving. His breath hitched. A figure stood just beyond the snowdrift, barely visible. His mind raced. A person? Or maybe just a tree?
Then he saw the eyes. Glowing amber, unblinking, fixed on him through the snow. A wolf. A massive one, its silhouette sharp even through the storm. It stood motionless, watching him, unaffected by the freezing winds that cut through Daniel’s very bones.