Look Inside: Alaska
PROLOGUE
The prints led toward the tree line… and then angled, as if whoever made them had paused. Had looked back. Had changed their mind.
A familiar, uneasy sensation moved through him—something between instinct and memory.
The feeling that the snow was keeping a secret.
Caelen tightened his grip on the thermos, eyes tracking the prints until they disappeared into the glare of daylight.
Some lives were saved twice.
He’d always believed that meant survival came first—then meaning.
But standing there in the cold he had chosen, looking at footprints that didn’t belong to him, Caelen felt the world begin to shift in a way he recognized.
The mountain’s warning.
The storm’s first breath.
The start of something that would demand more than gratitude.
He stepped off the porch and into the snow, following the trail like it had called him by name.
