Chapter 25 Mates In The Snow
- It happened on a night when the cold felt alive — a thing with teeth, gnawing at every weak point in the walls and pushing frost into corners it had never reached before. Lucy had just finished her rounds, checked the greenhouse, and locked the gates to the small, snow-packed yard when she saw them.
- The foxes.
- This time, they were at the back step. Not by the fence, not by the alley.