TrudyMy impulsivity was biting me in the ass—literally. Frostbite was settling into the tips of my fingers and toes. I knew what the numb meant. I’d lived here my whole life. Not only was I furious with Dane, myself, and the universe in general, my f*****g fox spirit had abandoned me.
I called on my fox spirit but got nothing. Not even a tug of recognition. It was as if she was on vacation—or dead. Neither was possible. Of course, I was the only fox shifter left in Icy Cap. My family had scattered after the fire years ago. Something was terribly wrong with me.
I soldiered on, too proud to turn back.
But not too proud to admit I wished Dane would come after me.
When I heard a snowmachine approaching, relief and embarrassment washed over me. Dane might be a selfish rat bastard, but it wa
