Aria's POV"Nobody touch him," Mira said, ripping open her herb pouch. "Aria, you stay where he can feel you."I dropped to my knees on the frozen ground and took his hand. His skin was cold. The wolves on the ridge had formed a ring around us, silent, their lanterns low.Mira drew a thin blade from her pouch and held it over a lantern flame. "The fleck is close to his heart. I will have to cut straight to it. If he moves, I will miss.""He will not move," I said."How can you be sure?"I closed my eyes and reached down the bright cord between us. It was still unfinished, still waiting, but it was strong enough to carry a thought. Now my white wolf did what Sera had told me a True Luna could do, without any call and without any power that could hurt him. She only held still, steady as stone, and let him lean on her.Marcus's breathing slowed. His hand tightened around mine. Mira made one clean cut, and I heard a tiny click, like a seed dropping into a bowl. She held a blackened sliver
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