He had tackled Daniel—dragged him away from the avalanche’s direct path. The wolf had saved him. Again. The realization hit like a hammer to the chest. Despite everything—the years apart, the divide between their worlds—Shadow still remembered him!
For a long moment, neither of them moved. The only sound was the wind rustling through the pines, carrying the last remnants of the storm away. Shadow’s golden eyes met his, unreadable yet full of something intense, something unspoken.