Dagger of the Blood Moon
When we finally break through the mine entrance, the blinding, crisp afternoon sunlight hits us like a physical blow.
The fresh, oxygen-rich air is intoxicating. Several of the she-wolves immediately collapse into the snow-dusted dirt outside the mine, weeping openly as they breathe in the clean mountain wind, the toxic grip of the silver mines finally broken.
"Get them in the transports!" I shout, running toward the lead vehicle. "Turn the heaters to maximum! Radio Luna Liora and tell her we are coming in hot with severe silver toxicity and malnutrition!"
I climb into the back of the SUV, refusing to let go of the toddler in my arms. Elias scrambles in beside me, pulling his mate and his ow
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