Bella’s POV
I knew that survival depended on finding food, on finding a way to satiate the hunger that gnawed at my insides as well as the wolf’s by now so I refused to give up.
I silently prayed to the gods to keep the wolf alive.
I was close for my nose caught its strong scent. I squinted through the blizzard, looking for the creature.
And then, through the swirling snowflakes, I caught sight of it: a majestic moose, its massive form silhouetted against the backdrop of white.
It was a stroke of luck, a gift from the unforgiving wilderness. With renewed determination, I pushed forward, my heart pounding in my chest.
As I approached, the moose turned its head, its antlers towering above me. It let out a low, warning growl, its breath forming a cloud of steam in the frigid air. But I
