Chloe’s pov
The mountain rain fell in a heavy, freezing sheet, washing through the thick pine canopy like a roaring river.
Cold water soaked straight through my dark wool cloak, dragging the heavy fabric down around my ankles as my horse picked its way up the slick granite trail. My hands were stiff, my fingers numbly clutching the wet leather reins, but I didn't care about the freezing cold.
The heavy downpour was a gift.
It washed away our tracks in the deep mud, completely drowning the trail of scents we left behind. Neither Fernando’s rogue sentries nor Nash’s Red Moon trackers would be able to follow our trail through the high mountain passes tonight.
Ahead of us, Ted rode lead.
His broad shoulders were hunched against the gale, his dark hair plastered flat to his forehead. He h
