Kris Riot is a man forced into living in the wilderness of Alaska. He gets more than he bargained for when he saves a stranger from death. Litte was he prepared for the troubles that soon followed.

Cold Hunts

Everything, from the whistle of the wind to the tiniest mouse scurrying in its borrows, was quiet. Nothing but the flames burning in the fireplace could be heard. The flames forced the shadows to dance with every flicker. 


Only one person was enjoying this sight and warmth, Kayden. He was enjoying the spoils of victory he had over Kris 2 days ago. The warm fire was one of those spoils, others were the cooked meat and of course his pack. 


Kayden was still watching the flames and shadows dance when the shadows suddenly stopped moving. They all moved in unison the form a silhouette that stepped out towards Kayden. "Did you find the bodies? Tenebris?" 


"Yes, the fox's legs are broken with a branch sticking out her chest. Kris-" 


Kayden interrupted Tenebris, saying with anger and a hint of paranoia. "Didn't that bitch of a black wolf teach you not to say the names of the dead?!" 


What is next?