chance. In early March, temperatures soared above freezing, and one day, on her way across the Lamar River, she broke through the ice. It was even quicker than with Rider. One second Libby was thereâthe next second she was gone forever.
Everyone was distraught, especially her mother. But at least Alberta had something to distract her from her sorrow, for she couldnât long hide the fact that a new litter was on its way. Ben, on the other hand, seemed truly lost. Iâd been so taken with Lamar that I hadnât paid much attention to his siblings, but no one could have missed how inseparable Ben and Libby had been. Now Ben had no one to play or spar with. When Lamar offered to spar with him, Ben muttered that it wouldnât be a fair contest; Lamar was so much bigger. Hope did her best to pay more attention to him, but then tragedy struck her . The warm snap was just a tease, and when temperatures plummeted again, everything turned very icy. One morning, on the way down the path from the overlook, Hope lost her footing and slipped all the way to the bottom, impaling herself on a branch jutting out of a fallen tree. The other hunters were well out ahead, leaving only Lamar and Ben to race down and pull her off. The puncture wound was near her heart.
âTake her back to Frick,â I cawed, remembering how heâd saved her when she was a tiny thing.
Ben helped sling her across Lamarâs back, and Lamar carried her home. Hope was panting so heavily that I was afraid she was breathing her last, but when Lamar gently deposited her in the snow near the den she managed to speak.
âYouâre goodââshe gasped ââat carrying runts.â
Frick was sleeping in, as he always did on days when Lamar went on the hunt, but the sight of Hopeâs serious wound transformed him. He sprinted into the woods. Iâd never seen him move so fast. He came racing back, slid to his knees by Hope, and gave her what looked like a long kiss.
âChew,â he said when he broke away.
Hope chewed. Leafy bits leaked out of her mouth. Frick must have dug up some healing herbs heâd buried in the woods and transferred them from his mouth to hers.
Frick nursed her through the dangerous phase. But it was clear she was going to be out of action a while, and with another hunter lost and game growing scarcer and scarcer Lamar got no more days off. He didnât get any nights off from Frick-warming, either. Raze had suddenly taken Ben under his wingâif you can use such an expression with wolvesâand the grateful young wolf insisted on sleeping by his new mentor.
As things got worse, the wolves went back to their old habit of hunting at night. Much as I disliked it, I went with them, but they had no more luck in the dark than theyâd had in the daylight, and I was glad when they lapsed back to their morning schedule.
The first thing Hope did when she was on her feet again was suggest to Lamar that she take over Frick-warming duties.
âThe truth is, I need warming myself,â she said, averting her eyes shyly. âPart of my recovery.â
With April as cold as January, Hope and Frick took to sleeping so closely entwined they seemed like one wolf. Lamar was free again to slip over the hill at night and listen for Artemis. But although there were plenty of wolves howling, and the odd coyote, Artemisâs musical howl was missing.
Lamar pinned his hopes on the next full moon. And it turned out to be such a lovely, clear night that, perched near him in the poplar sapling, I almost felt like howling myself. But Artemis didnât.
âWhat can it mean, Maggie?â he asked anxiously.
I figured sheâd either been killed or found a new mate, but I didnât have the heart to share my theories.
âMaybe she has laryngitis,â I said.
This idea cheered him up, but only briefly. âShe couldnât have had it this long,â he said.
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