celeb pov:
The wind on top of the train was a physical weight, pressing us down against the freezing metal. Every gust threatened to peel us off and throw us into the black abyss of the canyon below. It bit through my tactical vest, seeking the warmth of my skin. But the cold outside was nothing compared to the ice forming in my chest.
Marcus.
My brother was down there. Inside this metal beast.
"Alpha, we're approaching the bridge," Tyson’s voice crackled in my earpiece. He was clinging to the maintenance ladder behind me, his face obscured by a balaclava. "If we don't breach now, we lose the window."
"Breach it," I ordered, my voice lost in the roaring wind.
Tyson gripped the wheel of the maintenance hatch. His muscles bulged under his jacket as he fought against the rusted loc
