Chapter 16

He made it the rest of the way, without any problems, to where he’d had to leave the car yesterday. Parking and getting out, he began walking the final half mile.

A fierce roar suddenly ripped through the silence, then another deeper one. Mick froze as the roars, followed by enraged snarls, told him two large cats were battling somewhere just ahead of him.

Hell, they’re right by the cabin! He drew his gun, racing toward it as quickly as the deep snow allowed, fearing Wynn might be in grave danger if he’d been foolish enough to step out of the cabin to see what was happening.

He could hear the cats moving away, still fighting as they tore through the underbrush into the surrounding trees. Just as he got to the clearing, a howl of pain echoed through the morning air, followed instantly by a roar of triumph.

He dashed to the porch and into the cabin, his gun still held tightly in one hand while he called Wynn’sname. Silence met him. The cabin was empty.