RAVEN POV
The weather forecast had been clear when I sent in my location request.
Cloudy. Light snow. Temperatures around ten degrees.
Perfect.
The forecast was wrong.
Two hours into my hike, the sky darkened, bruised and heavy. The wind rose fast, screaming through Devil’s Canyon like it was alive and furious. Gentle flurries turned into a blinding wall of white.
Shit.
I checked my phone.
No signal.
Of course not. I was deep in the territory, boxed in by rock walls that killed reception even on good days.
I dug the satellite phone out of my pack, my fingers already numb. I tried calling pack headquarters.
Static.
More static.
Nothing.
Double s**t.
I knew these mountains. I’d grown up in them. Devil’s Canyon was beautiful, but it didn’t forgive mistakes. Walking blind throug
