Sneak

Citadel turned back in surprise, and realised his brother had followed him. So much for Ci’s taunt that he wouldn’t. The bear-wolf scowled at his brother, and tried to swim a little harder, a little faster. He was already panting, his paws had left the sea floor a little while ago. His fur was waterlogged, and those huge paws felt like they were pulling him down. Kicking them back up every time took colossal effort.

A part of him felt as if his brother was chasing him through the water. Why had Iskandor entered it? To prove that he could? The idea that Isk was there to support him hadn’t entered his mind. All Citadel could think about was pushing himself, and he did that until he was almost half way out to the island. Suddenly, his head went under and the boy flailed beneath the dark waves, shoving himself to surface again with effort. Cold. tired. So far out… this had been a mistake. Fear was settling into his bones. Was he even going to make it to the island? How would he ever make it back?


"Citadel Fatalis"