Chapter Sixteen
Naomi struggled to breathe.
In and out. You can do this.
The wind still whipped around her, but the snowstorm had cleared. She peeked an eye open and wished she hadn’t. Her stomach crawled up into her mouth and threatened to leap to its death at the bottom of the mountain.
Holy f*****g s**t.
The entire Denali snowcapped range lay before her.
No. No. No.
Shadows of white peaks and colored snow reflecting the northern lights. Except she couldn’t see Mt. Denali. All the ridges around her seemed to be below her.
Her oxygen starved brain finally caught up. Because you’re f*****g on top of Mt. Denali!
She wasn’t on the peak—more like stuck on a ridge on the side. Tucked into a cranny with nowhere to go. It was light enough with the stars and the Aurora Borealis in the sk
