# She Was Buried Beneath the Snow. He Was Buried Beneath the Truth.

crescent-shaped scar crossed the bridge of her nose, while steam left her mouth in breaths that grew thinner each time.

I dropped to my knees, and pain shot through my bad leg.

“Hey, girl,” I whispered, watching her eyes open only a fraction wider.

I could not see her tail, her legs, or even the outline of her body, so I started digging with both hands.continue reading …