THIRTY
ANNABEL
The trek to Oregon was tougher than our hike from Seattle to find Loki and back. Much, much tougher. The wind howled constantly, throwing icy snow in my face despite Modi and Bjarni doing their best to shield me from the elements by sandwiching me between the bulk of their bodies.
We walked for sixteen hours that first day, forcing our way through hip-deep snow—though again, the alphas took turns taking the lead, so they could flatten the path for my human self. They did everything to make the journey as easy as possible for me, and it made me feel absolutely useless when we still had to stop for the night because I physically couldn’t move anymore.
“You should have said something,” Bjarni rumbled as he slipped underneath the blankets and wrapped me up in his blessed war
