Within minutes, the winds turned from nasty to almost deadly. Doris could barely stand up straight for more than a minute. It would shove her forward or back depending on where she turned and nothing she did set her straight. Her hands felt numb with how much she braced herself for impact on the ground. She couldn’t tell what direction she had even come from the camp while she was arguing with her inner wolf. How far did she stray? Would they be able to hear her cries for help? Or would they ever find her body when this was over with?

Of course not—she couldn’t even hear herself breath....