AshThe heavy snow means Meg’s snowmachine tracks fill in fast. But she is my mate. With that bond, I’ll always be able to find her; that isn’t in question. The issue is time.
My ice bear form covers the distance easily. Even though visibility is zero, the salt-tinged air means the sea is close by.
I blink as the snowmachine’s outline suddenly appears in front of me. My joy turns to horror as I see the riderless vehicle lying on its side.
Where is Meg?
I circle the machine, its familiar acrid odor filling me with fear. A sprung bear trap has snapped its two front skis. Their bent tips lie like broken front teeth in the trap’s metal jaws.
Spinning around in a circle, I search for Meg. I can’t see her, but her scent tells me she is nearby. She’s fallen victim to another trap. Why did I e
