380. AGAINST THE CLOCK
NARRATOR
Aldo never thought he’d live to witness something so extraordinary.
The massive wall of ice and rock, which had blocked his and Tomás’s escape, was no obstacle for a Lycan.
He looked up, watching as Elliot climbed with sheer brute strength.
His clawed feet dug deep into the ice, carving out grips as he propelled himself upward.
Strapped to his back, secured in a makeshift sack fashioned from the bloodied, tattered clothes of the corpses left behind in the previous battle, was the uncon