Elara couldn't feel her fingers, and her legs were trembling so violently she couldn't stand. But as she lay in the snow beneath the lightening Alpine sky, she had never felt more alive.
The crunch of heavy boots on the icy glacier broke the silence.
She forced her head up, her hand instinctively reaching for her empty tactical pouch, but she let out a ragged breath of relief as she recognized the massive, broad-shouldered silhouettes marching toward her.
It wasn't the white Enforcers. It was Jerome, flanked by Bastian and three other Lyon players. They were in their human forms, wearing heavy dark coats, their faces pale and tight with anxiety.
When Jerome saw her sitting up, alive and relatively in one piece, the stoic Beta actually let out a choked sound of profound relief.
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