Shaun's POV.
We drove for miles without seeing any visible sign of Emma, the car or Manfrid. The light snowfall had developed into a full-blown storm, and it was nearly impossible to see anything outside of Jason's truck. A strong wind kept gusting around the truck, the road was wet and slippery, and the truck kept swerving from side to side.
All I kept thinking was how Emma had managed to drive in these conditions, and I kept praying to the goddess that she was okay.
The snow had completely covered any and all tire tracks, but at least we were still able to follow Manfrid's scent. However, it grew fainter and fainter as the wind picked up and carried his scent away from us.
My stomach had constricted into one big, painful knot. My mind was racing with all the worst possible scenarios.
