CHAPTER 15
Kaspian’s racing heart thundered in his ears. Mama was in danger. She could be dying. And he wouldn’t slow down until he got to her.
A thick trail of blood swathed the snow, in places smeared by massive paw prints. He slowed, following the trail with a twisting pain in his chest.
The farther he went, the more the crimson mixed with burgundy, older darker blood. This was a place of death, and had been for a long time.
Was Mama’s blood staining this snow? Could the scream they’d heard have been hers? Or was this the lifeblood of some other unfortunate soul?
The gruesome tracks stopped at the gaping mouth of a cave atop a small hill. Gray icicles lined the roof, like the fangs of a beast, and below, muddled bloody footprints.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Th
