Chapter 302: The Border
The horn blast died away, leaving a ringing silence in its wake.
Outside the shattered windows of the Iron-Horse, the army of Frost Wolves and Armored Ursas was disintegrating. Without their Alpha to hold the blood-pact together, the instinct for self-preservation took over. They scattered into the blizzard, yelping and snarling, desperate to escape the valley before the new predators arrived.
But inside the train, the mood was far from celebratory.
"They're running," Leon whispered, leaning heavily on his hammer. He wiped a smear of black blood from his visor. "The wolves are running."
"Because they know what's coming," I said, forcing myself to push off the wall. My legs trembled violently. The adrenaline of the Void Cut was gone, leaving only the crushing weight of exhaustion and a ribcage that felt like a bag of gravel.
"Eric!" I tapped my comms earpiece. It crackled with static, then cleared.
