That wasn’t a good sign, to say the least. The fact that it was buried meant she hadn’t been here recently.
A woman out in this forest in the snow without supplies?
The odds wouldn’t be in her favor.
As Thunder lifted his head, Wyatt straightened.
To their left—maybe thirty yards into the trees—something moved.
Wyatt froze. Thunder stiffened beside him, his ears forward and every muscle coiled.
Wyatt’s gaze dropped to the snow beneath the trees about ten feet away, in the opposite direction from where they’d come from.
A shallow depression marked the surface, half hidden by falling powder.
It wasn’t an animal track.
It was a boot print. And it was fresh.
Someone else had been standing there. Watching them. Recently.
He looked at Kori and silently told her:Don’t move.
They stood without speaking and waited. Whoever was out there didn’t want to be seen.
He didn’t think it was Mackenzie.
His gut told him that the person out there was far more dangerous.
He waited another thirty seconds.
Then he picked up the backpack and leaned closer to Kori. “We’ll check this later. Right now, we need to head back.”
