Wolf Moon
I think about the images that Luka showed us of figures lying in wait, concealed in the shadows.
Do not lose concentration Sylvia Ironwolf, I tell myself.
Fer whines at me.
You know what you need to do, I tell her.
Though silver's touch is lethal to us werewolves, iron is still stronger than silver. I reach for the iron and it answers. I allow it to enter Fer's marrow, strengthening her bones. It coats her nails and teeth, lengthening and sharpening them.
Then I find the other iron, the part that exists in everthing, always, ever present, ever fluid. I find it in the molecules of the air and earth, in the cellulose of the trees. I call this too and it answers.
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