LAYLA

I couldn't remember who came to my rescue. I had fainted from the cold that night in the blizzard following Adrielle's kidnap.

With my body too weak to move, I had encircled my body with my arms. Half of my body, buried by snow.

In the distance, I could hear wolves howling—low foreboding cries that rose and fell and in my unconsciousness I was wondering if they had come for me too.

My breath had been coming in quick frantic gasps until it stopped. Then it was just cold. Then nothing ...