Two weeks.

For two weeks now, we’d been stuck in the mountains. We’d survived a snowstorm so far, and thankfully, with me splitting wood every morning, we did fine for heat. Jaxon was kind enough to brave the weather and bring us a skinned rabbit to eat so I wouldn’t have to leave Juliana during it.

The snowstorm had passed now, though the snow outside on the ground now came up to my knees. It was cold as fuck, but I dealt. We needed firewood and food.

I’d brave anything if it meant taking care of Juliana.

The sound of a twig snapping and a man’s muttered curse reached my...