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Seeing how hyped he was, Adide had no choice but to go along with it.
She shook her head with a resigned smile and gave Lance a light shove on the back.
Whoosh-!
Lance shot off like a cannonball, blurring down the snowy slope.
Ten meters, twenty meters…
He carved a straight white line through the snow, the wind howling in his ears.
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The adrenaline rush was incredible, and for a second, he felt like a total badass. He was already nning his big finish–digging in his heels and palms toe to a stylish halt, then looking back to give Adide his best “I told you so” grin. Then, things went sideways.
He didn’t realize that beneath the smooth white powdery a hidden drop–off–a steep, concave depression.
The blinding white snow acted like perfect camouge, hiding the sudden change in terrain until it was toote.
He was moving way too fast. His weight shifted forward, and the momentum sent him airborne. He didn’t just slide; heunched into space and mmed hard into the lower slope.
“Shit-!”
Lance tried to tuck and roll mid–air, but with no traction and zero bnce, he was a goner. He hit the snow and turned into a messy, tumbling blur before disappearing from Adide’s line of sight.
“Lance-!”
Adide froze, her heart hammering against her ribs.
She didn’t have time to process the absurdity of it; her Gammabat instincts took over.
She ripped off her boots and slid them onto her hands to use as makeshift ice axes and brakes. Dropping her center of gravity until she was practically hugging the snow, she let her wolf take the wheel.
“Hold on!”
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She dug her hands into the snow to steer and dived down like a streak of white lightning, following the trail of his disastrous fall.
For someone raised in the Frostfang Pack, a slope like this was a walk in the park.
A good whileter, Adide was propping up a limping, battered Lance as they trudged down the mountain through the blowing snow.
The Alpha who usually looked like he’d stepped off a magazine cover was a total train wreck.
His handsome face was a mosaic of purple bruises and red gashes from the ice.
Luckily, his wolf healing was already kicking in, and the smaller cuts had stopped bleeding.
The worst part was his forehead–a lump the size of a goose egg was pulsing right above his eye. It was the kind of injury that made you feel bad for him while simultaneously making you want to lose your mindughing.
He was the ckthorn Pack’s top soldier. He could fight, lead armies, and dominate a boardroom.
But extreme sports? Yeah, no. He was a walking disaster area.
This wasn’t how skiing worked.
The terrain here was nothing like the open ins of the Southern border.
Plus, in the war, he’d been decked out in Ker tactical armor. Today, he was wearing a thin, “look–at–me–I’m–an–aristocrat” cashmere coat. He’d basically gone head–to–head with a mountain and lost.
Lance was so embarrassed he wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
He’d wanted to make a romantic memory to talk about when they were old and grey.
Well, mission aplished–this was definitely unforgettable.
Adide was never going to let him live down the image of him facenting and rolling down a cliff like a wet log.
“Leg hurting bad?” Adide asked, feeling him wince with every step.
“I’m fine,” Lance grumbled, looking away to preserve what was left of his Alpha dignity.
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“You don’t have to carry me, really. I can walk. You’re making me look like a total invalid.”
Adide pulled him closer.
“I’m not letitng go. I just want to feel your body heat.”
Usually, a line like that would have Lance over the moon.
Right now, he just felt defeated, sore, and incredibly stupid.
He was reying the fall in his head on a loop.
“Why didn’t I stabilize? Why didn’t I push off the ledge?”
The truth was, in the split second the ident happened, his first thought wasn’t save himeself, it was “crap, I’m going to look like an idiot in front of Adide.”
That one–second dy cost him everything.
He looked up at the leaden sky.
The only silver lining was that falling down a mountain is a lot faster than climbing it; they’d made record time getting back to the trail.
Adide saw the look on his face. She wanted to say somethingforting but couldn’t find the words.
Finally, she tried, “Honey, let’se back in the spring. I bet when everything is in bloom, the view will be spectacr.”
“Sure,” Lance said, his face a mask of indifference.
But inside, his wolf was howling in pure rage, “No! Never again! I hope a bolt of lightning levels this mountain tonight! I never want to see this ce again! I want Yellowstone Mountain erased from the map!”
By the time they reached the pack, Lance had to endure the stares of every werewolf they passed.
With his face looking like a technicolor bruise, he just stared straight ahead until they reached the ckthorn packhouse.
They’d just stepped through the front gate when Tommy walked out.
Tommy stopped dead in his tracks. He stared at Lance for three solid seconds, and as soon as
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he realized that the human–shaped eggnt was his Alpha, he let out augh that probably woke the neighbors.
“Holy Goddess, Lance! Did you go ten rounds with a Yeti? That lump… Hahaha!”
Lance’s face went dark. A low, dangerous growl vibrated in his throat as he leveled a cold, murderous re at Tommy.
He let out a burst of pure Alpha aura.
Tommy’sugh died mid–air, sounding like a choked–off duck. He coughed awkwardly, tucked his tail, and scurried away without another word.
Sara Lili
<strong>Sara Lili</strong> is a daring romance writer who turns icyndscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of d’s breathtaking cold.