She scratched Ghost beneath the chin. “Good boy! I knew you could do it. There’s fresh water and food waiting for you in the kitchen. I’ll stoke the fire in a minute and get you both warm.” Ghost shook himself, spraying snow all over Hannah. Chunks of ice and snow still clung to his coat. At least he had thick, insulating fur. He was born for this, his ancestors bred to withstand below freezing temperatures in the Pyrenees mountains. He’d be fine. Liam wouldn’t. Liam needed her.
