Lamplight filtered through the wall of ice, outlining the form of the intruder. The answers lay beyond that translucent curtain of winter, just out of his reach.

"I'll be all right."

She would be safe. Bobby would protect her.

He looked back. Mistake.

She was pale in the blue light, all of that soft white skin shining like a beacon as she was poised to run to freedom. Her huge dark eyes were pleading with him, calling his name even though her voice was trapped in her throat.

Bobby spoke for her. "But we won't."

Sighing, Logan sheathed his claws.