Through The Shadow Of Death 2

Alaric fought the dizziness, his grip on Lara tightening as he drew from every last ounce of his strength. Her sweet scent, the warmth of her presence, steadied him.

Behind them, the battle raged, growls and yelps echoing in the night. Through his haze, he heard her call the wolf by name.

Gray! Obedient like a loyal hound. Was it her pet?

The bridge creaked beneath their weight, the tension unbearable.

Lara gritted her teeth, sweat dripping down her temple as she pressed on, forcing Alaric to keep pace. Her muscles burned from the strain of supporting him, and she realized just how tall he was.

'Damn, he is tall and heavy.' She muttered.

Even hunched over, leaning into her, his chin nearly rested against her head.

Finally, their feet met solid ground—the other side of the bridge.

Lara let go, panting heavily.