Whiteout

There is no going back to my old life.
The hunters have become the hunted.
Life on the run is no winter picnic, especially when my partner sees himself as the sheriff, not the outlaw.
It's a cat-and-mouse game across the Last Frontier with agents and vampires out for blood while Fane searches desperately to find me before rogue vampires do.
Surviving the Alaskan wilderness isn’t nearly as treacherous as resisting the turmoil of seclusion and temptation.
I fear I'll never see Fane again.
The road to freedom has never felt more uncertain.