Drew On- Climb

“Climb on,” he growled. Mia clambered onto his back, grabbing the thick gray fur around his throat. Using his clawed feet he began to scale the wall, one hand snatching at the rough stones that provided holds. The Ratlord thrust his clawed hands through the window, snatching at the Wolf as he swung his trailing leg clear. Drew could hear Vorjavik’s armor scraping against the window frame, preventing him from coming after them. There was a clatter of steel as the Rat shed his plate mail and emerged onto the ledge below them.

Mia screamed at the sight of the scrambling Wererat, digging her fingers ever tighter around Drew’s throat.

“Don’t look at him,” said Drew, climbing higher, grabbing at the stones, using his left elbow for leverage. The climb to the tower top sapped his strength, and the crenellated edge was still twenty feet away. With each grasp and push he drew closer, the possibility of falling never far from his thoughts as the pitted gray stones crumbled beneath the weight of his lycanthrope body.

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