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Chapter Thirty: Hemming the Ironwolf
Silvia POV
I recognize the smell instantly. In the old stories they talk about the effect of troll stink. In the pictures, entire armies are razed to the ground as a troll stands over them, grinning through teeth like haphazardly strewn gravestones. I always wondered how I would know if I was smelling troll stink. Now I know.
Fer is screeching in my head and I feel myself begin to vibrate as the shift comes over me, relentless and unstoppable. I bring my hands to my head-- it feels ready to explode. No, no, no, no, no, I mutter as though that will stop anything. My body is so hot I think I will melt the marble I'm standing on and then it's cold, so cold I feel my limbs will just crack right off.
It's the iron! The iron is doing something. I dimly hear myself shriek in pain and fall to my knees.
The first time the iron took hold was like ice. Everything was cold and hard. Then, the pain of the first transformation of my wolf was indist
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