Hollis

‘Got some more over here,’ Zain calls through the mind-link.

I drag the heavy cart across the red-mottled snow toward my Beta. My muscles burn with exertion, but I’m not stopping until this whole battlefield is clear. I won’t let a wolf suffer longer than they have to.

Zain nudges ice off a half-covered wolf. Blood paints his coat, but he’s still wheezing in shallow breaths.

‘Can you hear me?’ I attempt to ask him.

No answer. It’s ...