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No bodies anywhere, though No luggage, no personal effects, nothing He twitched his ears back and forth, listening for the soft ht have survived the crash, but he heard nothing new

He continued to search, finding a seat cushion Several hundred feet froled body, jeans ripped to shreds He had a bearded face, shaggy blond hair, and the stare of death in his fathomless black eyes

Tom discovered another body still belted to his seat, neck broken Another ator or copilot, was facedown in the snow Toed his nose under the --a knife in his belt, a gun in its holster--and his appearance was as scruffy as the other two

Drug runners h he didn’t look like a governent or cop type But he looked… fa Silva at the tavern?

Toer but didn’t find anyone else He didn’t knohich situation he had fearedsomeone terribly injured

The wind-driven snow covered everything in its path, giving the plane and its crew and passengers a cold, white burial Deciding there was nothing else he could do, Toh the snowdrifts and past the tail of the plane e his cabin… when he smelled blood Coyote blood

Elizabeth was sure she’d died and gone to hell

Except it was far too cold for that Pain shrieked through her head, her shoulders, back, legs She touched her forehead and found her fingers red with blood She didn’t think she’d broken anything, just had cuts and bruises And just when she’d been feeling a hundred percent, too

Beyond frustrated, she brushed her hair out of her eyes and surveyed the landscape She couldn’t see the plane froe point in a snowdrift at what looked like the botto she re away from the plane, but she didn’t remember the crash She decided she must have been thrown from the tail before impact

Her head pounded as if a jackha fast Heat could kill a body deader than a stiff board, but cold… She knew she needed toin blizzard conditions with no visibility and no way to determine depth, she’d tumbled down a slope

Cold, cold, cold!

As a wolf, she could protect herself from the bitter conditions But as a human in handcuffs and dressed, she couldn’t shift

Her jeans were in ribbons, snow clinging to every inch, her sweater notas fast now Her freezing skin helped to slow the bleeding, but she would be a Popsicle before long

She forced herself up, stuainst the snow "Ah," she groaned, the ice-cold snow burning her skin She pressed her cheek against a chilly mound of accus, burning them in the process She wasn’t a quitter She reht on sale at the butcher shop The bloody steaks! And she wanted the or out of herherself to get to her feet, she trudged through the ever-deepening snow, filling her boots with the cold, wet stuff

Freezing, she groaned Then she heardin the wind And propelled herself toward the sound

Heart racing, Tos, and listened

The reaked havoc with his attempt to locate the scent of blood He backtracked Sain, in a wider path this time