The wolf snorted in his place and threatened to take a step in our direction, but Álvaro moved to intercept him and stood in his way, stopping him. A very fierce growl came from the panther’s throat, which in my ears mixed with the furious pounding of my own runaway heart. Like this, I couldn’t do anything. I was more useless than a fly on the wall.
I think it was at that moment when I calmly accepted that I was going to die, no matter what happened…
An elbow. A kick with the heel. I still could…
And he still could shoot me in the head and end everything. But if that happened, wouldn’t Alexander have a chance? If I died, he would no longer have anything to worry about and could fight without fear. He could take revenge. He could save his son. It terrifies me to think that for a moment I
