SOMETHING WARM AND wet swiped across my palm, pulling me out of a trance state that hadn’t included a vision. That’s what I hated about fighting the call of the cave woman—if I didn’t respond quickly enough, our connection was lost in translation and I didn’t even get to see the cave.
I blinked open my eyelashes with difficulty, ice momentarily obstructing my view. Adena was cawing in the distance, the harsh sound full of agitation. She needed me.
Rather than rising to help her, I caught my breath as I took in the footprint right in front of my nose.
It was a dog track—of course it was merely a dog track. Made by a Saint Bernard or a Bull Mastiff maybe. Something huge and friendly enough to have licked my hand.
The hand that had held a wolf sculpture before I dropped it into my pocket.
