Black Claw: Bound by Fate
If they closed their eyes, if they listened right, they could almost pretend the city was still breathing—just three wolves and their ghosts, nested together in the embers.
The rest of the week they wandered the old territory, but each street had lost its teeth. The Ironclads were gone, their rusted insignia spray-bombed over by whoever survived. Of black-coats there was no trace; even the wind had stopped carrying their scent. On the third day they found a cluster of strange, wary dogs, and Damon wanted to approach, but Donovan pulled him back by the collar, as though the rules of engagement still held. Elena studied the ferals as they nosed the curb scraps—a new order, a start-over, and no
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