Suddenly a force slammed into his side. Daniel didn’t have time to react before he was yanked off the ground, dragged sideways towards the trees. The world tilted, his vision spinning, the roar of the avalanche deafening. His shoulder slammed into something solid—a rock, a tree, he wasn’t sure.
When the world finally settled, all he could hear was his own breath. The avalanche had passed. And Shadow was standing over him. Daniel gasped, his body aching. His hands clawed at the snow, struggling to push himself up. Shadow stood still beside him, his breath visible in the cold air.