Eric had been running with the wolves and the Yakuza commandos for six days, stopping only an hour each noon for water and jerky. The shrieking caterwauls of the Arianthers hunting them kept him moving with no complaints. Even in late summer, the ice persisted, making any kind of land travel treacherous and what remained of the American infrastructure could not be used in broad daylight as the latest breed of tele-photo sats would betray them.
His oversized heart hammered in his chest and his every breath crystallized as the vapor escaped. The largest of the Arianthers had taken them by surprise, and Eric had barely escaped with his life. Save for Sarah’s lighting quick reflexes, he would have been a partial meal for the hybrid. The mewling-screams of the relentless beasts drove him on.
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