I¿m not exactly the social type. After spending most of my formative years in prison, I prefer an isolated existence in the wilderness of Canada¿s Northwest Territories, making what little cash I need guiding tourists to the best hunting grounds. I have no desire for company; I crave solitude instead, especially during the subarctic winter months, but what am I supposed to do when I come across a woman in distress? I can¿t just leave her to die in the cold, and a storm is on the way.So now we are confined to my secluded cabin, and I quickly realize there¿s something not quite right about Seri¿or is her name Netti? She switches moods faster than a snowshoe hare changes direction. In fact, I¿m starting to think there¿s more than one person behind the mystifying woman¿s intense, green eyes.Physically, only two of us are trapped inside the rustic cabin, but I still feel outnumbered.