Chapter Nine
After spending a relatively comfortable night huddled with two night owls, Beth St. John awakes to look around at the cabin. Solar and wind provide the heat and generate the power. No wonder there was no smoke last night. It was thankfully toasty warm inside and plenty of food and water. Even blood in the frig for the youngsters.
Mick's den at home and his cabin here in the Rockies are his sanctuaries. It's a Spartan look, very masculine, smelling of leather and the evergreens. Beth can even smell him here. She picks up one of his Scottish themed checked shirts and there it is, his wonderful, unique smell mixed with that of small boy. Her boys.
Where the hell were they?
The children were outside. Knowing her hybrids, it was too warm in here for sleeping, so they must have left her sometime around 2am. Sweethearts, especially that Spike, to think of her well being before their comfort. Not that Collie wouldn't have thought of it, if she hadn't been so distracted by not finding Mick and Elliott here. Collie did a thorough walk through and noted that Elliotts' special night glasses were gone as were their packs and cross-country gear. So maybe they got caught in the storm and made a snow cave. It was after 9am. They should have returned by now.
So where the hell were they?