Silver and Smoke

"Let's move!"

Harper pushed hard with her poles, launching herself forward like an arrow from a bow.

"Whoosh—"

The wind roared past her ears.

This kind of speed was downright addictive. What had been a grueling, half-hour trudge through knee-deep snow now took barely seven or eight minutes on skis.

Kira, in her jaguar form, kept pace just behind her, paws flying across the powder. She seemed just