Hey everybody. This is my first Alex Rider fic, so go easy on me! The prologue's real short, and I'm sorry. Hopefully it'll get better:)
Wolf stared at the boy.
He was Cub. Wolf was sure of it.
But other than the similar frame, there was nothing in common with the broken boy laying in his arms and the fierce kid back at training camp.
The boy was shaking. Even as he was unconscious. Blood soaked through his clothes and his face was pale and thin.
Wolf checked his pulse.
Weak.
This was bad.
Very bad.
They needed to find Snake.
No time.
No way out.
Whispers? Foot steps?
The SAS unit leader swallowed and clutched the limp and clod body tighter.
The door slowly opened.
Wolf prepared for the worst.
Do you guys think I should continue this? If so, review and say so!
