They headed straight for the opening in the surface of the frozen lagoon.
I wished Álvaro would fall in there and never come back out…
And where was Alexander!?
When I finally located him, my heart lurched.
He had come out of the water — or was trying to.
His soaked form, fur completely flattened and shivering from the cold, was hanging from the edge of the ice. Every time he tried to dig in his claws or brace himself to climb out and escape the icy grip of the water, the ice beneath him cracked a little more.
At least he had the child.
He was holding André firmly under the armpits, keeping his head above the liquid.
“ALEJANDRO!” I screamed, when I felt my voice tearing its way out of my throat.
I didn’t waste time.
I ran toward them, trying to circle around the spot where Álvaro
