I felt the cold before I even stepped inside.
The abandoned mines rose out of the mountainside like the open mouth of a sleeping beast, jaws made of jagged stone and stale air. One foot over the threshold and the temperature dropped so fast my skin prickled. It felt like someone had carved a freezer into the earth, then left it to sit for a few centuries until the cold learned how to crawl into bone.
I rubbed both arms fiercely. “Amazing. I love places that feel like they want to murder me.”
Nathan’s hand touched my back instantly, steady and warm. His wolf was awake. I could practically feel his instincts vibrating under his skin. If wolves had imaginary ears, his were standing straight up, pointed at every shadow.
He leaned close. “Stay near me.”
“I am not wandering into the void,”
