The drive back to the packhouse was uncomfortable.

Michele kept glancing at me like I was a bomb about to explode, and I kept clutching my new phone like it was a lifeline, trying not to think about how angry Tristan was going to be when he found out about Astrid and the others.

We were about five minutes from the packhouse when I saw something move.

A small white shape against the snow, so perfectly camouflaged I almost missed it. But something made me look twice, and my heart clenched when ...