Chapter 25
Or maybe it had been the past calling me this time? Because a wolf’s howl rose as we descended. The circle of blue above our head narrowed as the earth enfolded us. The pup was intrigued by new scents and sensations, but the cave girl was hurrying, frantic.
She’d been found at last.
Her fingers slipped and we fell a foot before she caught herself. The young woman was climbing down into darkness with neither rope nor harness. How did she intend to get back out?
A second howl, closer than the first, explained her hurry. Her pack must have been following for months, sniffing out signs of her passing. Otherwise, they never would have been close enough to spook the new mother into this reckless descent.
Uninterested in distant hunters, the pup nudged at her mother’s breast. She
