The Hidden Hybrid’s Redemption
The massive, translucent jaw of the Frost-Wyrm came down like a falling glacier, its glass-like teeth shearing through the heavy timber deck of the sled with a deafening, splintering roar. The impact severed the front harness completely. The six-legged tundra striders, suddenly freed from our weight, bolted into the blinding white storm, their claws clicking frantically against the ice until they vanished into the blizzard.
The remaining half of the wooden deck, carrying Killian, Kaelen, and me, tilted violently backward.