THE CHARGE The sun was trying to peek through the gray, but it looked sickly. I sat there on the dirt, my back against a jagged rock, holding Esmeralda. She was so light. Too light. Her breathing was steady now, but her face was pale, and her hands were cold."Demetrius."I looked down. Silas was standing a few feet away. He looked like he’d crawled through a coal mine. His armor was dented, and one of his eyes was swollen shut."The men are ready," Silas said. His voice was a low growl. "The wind is blowing the rest of that silver junk toward the river. If we move now, we catch them while they’re reloading those canisters."I didn't answer right away. I just looked at Esmeralda. I didn't want to let her go. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand."Demetrius," Silas said again, softer this time. "They’re waiting for their Alpha.""I know," I snapped. I didn't mean to be mean to him, but the thought of leaving her here, vulnerable, made me want to howl at the sky.I
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