He wasn’t responding, and my throat tightened into a choking knot.
I clenched my teeth and extended my injured arm — I had no other choice. It hurt badly.
But I managed to grab André by the wrist, and before the ice gave way beneath me, I pulled the child toward myself.
We rolled together toward safer ground.
Rex reached me, grabbed me by my clothes, and lifted me in his arms along with André.
He carried both of us to the edge of the clearing and set us down safely.
I tried to hold the child as tightly as I could — but he was shaking so badly.
Tears nearly overflowed again, and I stretched my neck over Agent Aguilera’s bloody, furry shoulder to see if Alexander was all right.
Panic seized me again.
I calmed a little when I saw the white wolf finally find solid footing on ice that
