Lucian thumped Finn on the knee. “He who smelt it dealt it.”
Leo’s window opened, and a blast of frigid air shot in the backseat and blew snowflakes into Finn’s hair.
He grabbed his coat from the floor and scowled as he put it over his chest. “If you guys keep this up, a few engine sparks might blow us to smithereens.”
Lucian chuckled and leaned forward between the seats. “Look for the turnoff, Levi. You should see it any minute.”
Levi gripped the steering wheel and gradually slowed to a stop. “I can’t even see my windshield. Leo, get out and scrape.”
Leo threw his brother an irritated glare as he grabbed the scraper and got out of the truck to clear the windshield.
Finn patted the back of Leo’s seat. “Roll up his window before I freeze to death. I’m not an Arctic wolf.”
The window made a crunching sound as it went up.
Levi sighed. “I don’t like the looks of this weather. What if they spun off the road?”
Lucian snorted. “Rescue teams wouldn’t have any trouble finding your truck—they’d just follow the heavy fragrance of turkey farts.”
“Hey, that time it wasn’t me.” Levi reached between the seats and found a knit hat and pulled it over his head. “I have a feeling we might be footing it once we get off the highway. What’s the maximum distance to the cabin from the turnoff, Lucian?”
“A hair over two miles.”
Finn looked out the window and couldn’t see where the road ended and the grass began. Chitahs could run exceptionally fast, but not necessarily through snow. The Cross brothers had long legs, however.
“Someone will have to carry the food,” Finn pointed out. “We have three coolers and four bags. Plus our personal stuff.”
“You’re a big guy,” Lucian teased. “You can swing it.”
Finn wasn’t a stranger to manual labor. After all, he’d lived most of his life as a slave. But he was more concerned about them losing their way and getting lost in the woods. He could survive fine by shifting into his wolf, but he wasn’t so certain how his brothers-in-law would fare. They were stout men, but the temperature was unforgiving.
Aside from that, he worried for Silver. A bond existed between them, one forged by blood and loyalty. Finn had always felt an unexplainable connection with her. Maybe it had to do with the fact they shared the same DNA or perhaps it was their circumstances in life that drew them together, but he loved her fiercely. She and Logan had taken him under their wing and not only given him a home but a fresh start in life. It wasn’t in his alpha nature to sit idly by when her life could be in danger, and the thought of her in trouble made his wolf pace restlessly inside him.
Lucian tossed his phone on the seat. “Signal went out.”
The wind whistled outside like a train, and after Leo scraped all the windows around the truck, he got back inside and warmed his hands in front of the vents.
Levi switched on the radio, and the truck rolled along to Stevie Wonder’s “Superstition.”
“This is bad luck,” Lucian grumbled, looking out the window.
Levi tilted his mirror. “Nothing about Stevie is bad luck.”
“Let me know how you’re feeling about luck if a black panther crosses our path or lightning hits the truck.”
That made Finn wonder if there were any Shifters living out here. They often chose rural areas where they could buy up a lot of land for their animals to roam.
The truck skidded.
“Watch it,” Leo warned, pointing at a pole.
“I see it, I see it,” Levi said, steering left.
The worst thing they could do was drive off the road and end up in a ditch, so they had to pay close attention to the markers since there weren’t any clear tracks to follow. Not until they headed down another turnoff and the trees canopied some of the road.
“I see tracks,” Levi said. “I bet that’s them.”
The back end of the truck suddenly fishtailed, and everyone gripped what they could when they hit a hard bump and slid off the road. Finn pushed his hands against the roof, his eyes wide as they came close to rolling over.
