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windshield had become a giant web of crackled glass that was impossible to see through. The smoke rising from the engine was thickening, and Seth was worried that it was going to burst into full blown flames at any moment. Adrenaline pumping, Seth started struggling to climb to the passenger side door, which was facing the sky since the truck had landed on the driver’s side. When he reached the door, he couldn’t get it to open. He wasn’t sure if it was locked, or if the crash had damaged the structure so that the door wouldn’t open. And he didn’t have time to waste figuring it out. He took his crowbar and smashed one corner of the window, hitting it a few times in its weakest spot until the thick glass shattered. He peered into the truck’s cabin and his eyes widened at what he saw.
    It was her. The Blizzard. She looked up at him with a stunned, confused expression, as though she had been knocked out and had just regained consciousness. Out of all the truckers out on this road, why had she been the one to crash, and him the one that happened to find her? Everything in him wanted to turn around and leave the cabin. It would be so easy to just say he hadn’t made it in time. Given the condition of the truck, and the fact that it looked like it was about to go up in flames, he didn’t think anyone would question him.
    But he knew he could never forgive himself if he did that. He was better than that. He couldn’t leave a fellow shifter, even one from a clan that he hated, to burn alive in the middle of this Arctic wasteland. Seth let out a deep sigh, and lowered himself carefully into the driver’s cabin. He quickly saw that her seatbelt was jammed stuck, pinning her into the seat. He had left his knife in his own truck, and he didn’t think he had time to go back and get it. He looked around to see whether there was a knife somewhere in the cabin, but he couldn’t find one.
    “Do you have a knife in here?” he asked the Blizzard. “Your seatbelt is stuck.”
    She looked up at him like he was speaking another language. She clearly was in shock from the crash, and probably couldn’t even remember her own name right now, let alone where a knife might be stowed. Seth went to Plan B.
    He pulled off his thick gloves, and let out a small roar as he let his hand morph into the giant paw of a polar bear. The paw ended in long sharp claws, which would easily cut through the Blizzard’s seat belt. Seth pulled the shoulder belt away from her body, and sliced through it in one smooth movement. He did the same with the lap belt, and then pulled her up from the seat.
    “Can you climb?” he asked, hoping that she was coherent enough to understand what he was asking, and that she would be able to at least make an effort to climb up to the passenger door. She nodded, although she still seemed incapable of saying anything. A large red welt ran across her neck where the seatbelt had restrained her. It oozed blood in a few spots, and Seth winced just looking at the angry red line. His trainer had been right: colliding with a moose was no joke. Seth offered the woman his hands as a step, and he helped launch her up toward the passenger door. As she pulled herself slowly onto the side of the truck, the engine finally exploded into full on flames. The sight of the fire seemed to kick off some sort of survival instinct in the Blizzard, and she scrambled quickly down the side of the truck and started running away from the burning truck. Seth followed closely behind her, pulling himself up and over the side of the truck, and landing with a hard thud on the icy snow. His feet slid out from under him and he landed on his backside. Wincing in pain, he forced himself to get up and run through the pain. As soon as those flames hit a fuel line, that truck was going to blow.
    Seth’s feet pounded on the snow behind the Blizzard, who ran toward his truck and then continued past it. Where the hell was she going? He sped up his pace, and